I wish to write shakespearean sonnets That will be remembered through the ages I want to reach skyward and catch comets My sons sons remeniscing through pages And volumes that were thought to be long gone Blowing the dust of and squinting at ink Of crossed out verses and doodles I've drawn I hope my poems make them stop and think And ponder anything, and everything Make them question all the authority I hope they hear destiny beckoning To prove wrong all the vast majority
I hope my sons sons will come and find this I hope they will find this, and remenisce