Not so inclined now as I’ve been before
To take my precious life for granted still,
I wonder with some urgency what more
Of destiny I have yet to fulfill.
I’d like to think, if I have any gift
To leave behind me for posterity,
It may be what I’m doing now to lift
My heart and mind by making poetry,
Which may in turn delight the hearts and minds
Of readers such as you, whom I may touch
By blending sound and sense in apt designs
To change your views a little, if not much.
To leave a gift for all posterity
Confers a kind of immortality.