To the great poem I may one day compose  
I know you’re lingering around somewhere close  
You won’t reveal yourself until the time is right  
So I keep you in mind expecting your light  
  
And once your inspiration comes to my heart  
I will craft you like the most reverent piece of art  
Weaving words and expressions that say it all  
When a lifetime of memories begs the call  
  
But if the words don’t come to me just like I said…  
I will recite them in free verse from my deathbed instead