Immortality Poem by Paul Butters

Immortality



My poems:
My babies true.
A legacy
For me and you.

No children of my own
Nor ever will have such a thing.
No impregnation of the human kind,
The only way I can be King.

To be immortal is my aim.
If I am lucky,
Then I’ll find fame.
Oh yes, within
The writing game!

(C) PB 22\2\2011 at about 5.30 AM in Yorkshire.

Monday, March 14, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: immortality
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Paul Butters

Paul Butters

Leeds, West Yorkshire.
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