And the bell rang, the time of closing
of the nine doors of entrances,
he is glad,he did read much, experienced
imbibed, felt elated,embraced effulgence
but the unmitigated sadness is unforgiving
the heart, heavy; a feeling too painful to take home.
"I haven't invented even one word
as my firm claim to immortality,
words I 've only seen, read and heard"
As he quietly lays waiting, these words
rush to mind,"A solitary pilgrim am I,
a song sung when an audience was all ears, applauded
beginning from a thought, I am left behind as one,
the rest from dust goes to dust.Finis."
But....we forget our tryst with immortality..that makes all the difference
Face this challenge, go invent a word of your own , tell the world and pass on.
