I ask for the longevity of history
I ask to be remembered
Not hero nor villain
But human
I would beg for immortality
But the vitality I have to give
Would not live that long

So give me a couple of centuries
Let my words work their way
Across the days in which
My body has failed me
Let them hold you humanly
Restoring your humanity

No face nor form of skin
No conscious will
But the power of words
To pass from one generation to the next
Till the words are nothing but vapors in history

My legacy is poetry
Like our humanity
Transient
And though I die
I ask but this
Let my words linger here
Living for just a bit longer