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)