Remembrance Poem by Eric Bult

Some now of their own lives their stories write,
And some their worlds will paint in their own way,
While others with their music reach the height
Of sound interpretation of their dsy.
Each language of the spirit has the power
To span the years that follow death's decree,
But each may spawn its own caprice and cower
From true remembrance of life's jolly spree.
But now the verses from my spirit gather
In many ranks to form one grand parade;
The love they now express will shine whenever,
After I am gone, request is made:

Again to know the love within my rhyme
That I shall treasure 'till the end of time.