Writers Live Forever

If I could live forever,
I would still strive for more medals.
If I could write in time,
I would love to engrave my writings in the hearts of men.

The mountains stand forever,
Don't tell me they don't quaver.
My feelings stay eternal cause am in love with historic medals.

Together is not forever.
Leaves will always wither,
Ice melts even in winter.
Stem and branches will not always be together,
Those who doubt can ask Mr timber.

How can I be with you till infinity?
When we don't exist in the realm of divinity.

If we think we can be mighty,
Let us fight but don't get dirty.
Those who read will become legends.
Inspiring lines live forever.

He who speaks lives for decades.
He who writes lives in time.

After time has past
and a thousand years has come and gone,
Someone somewhere will pick up your work like a scribe from the sky and blend to the rhythm of your pen like young men from the west to the tune of Kayne west.
Then you will realizeyour effort wasn't in vain and that the joke of fate didn't tamper with your taste.
You will then begin to live again.
Tuesday, March 27, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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