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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)
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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