Something More

Writing my way into eternity,

I chose one word at a time

 

Doing my best to avoid modernity

with rhythm and often rhyme

 

Staying true to all my senses

shunning the critic and praiser alike

 

My pen only full of the truest ink

to guide me through the night

 

Writing my way into eternity

each phrase a step to climb

 

Caring not a whit for posterity,

all applause I’ve left behind

 

The light’s become my master

all time its servant—slave

 

As I write and speak to something more

—than gets buried in the grave

 

                                           (Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2018)

 

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