THE IMMORTAL MIND
That Ervin Laszlo claims our minds don’t die,
Ingenious as he is in many ways,
Makes me rethink what I took for a lie,
A myth promoted in our childish days
But then outgrown in maturity,
That once gave us a false security,
For in adulthood we should bear the truth
That would be overwhelming in our youth.
Yet since the case he makes seems credible,
A glorious worldview is beckoning
Allowing us at last to feel hopeful
That though we may still face a reckoning
To account for how we’ve used each precious life,
The prospects of new venturings are rife.