From Now To Eternity Poem by Alan Bruce Thompson

The wrecked body, the one that carries the mind,
Why does it break now? Must it be so unkind?

I'm trying to find ways,
To live longer than the end of my days.

They could cool my body, freeze it so deep,
But the growing ice crystals, puncture my veins as I sleep.

I tried with the church, because they care for the soul,
But not for the rest of me as a whole.

I realise that the entirety can not go on,
Must preserve the memory after the body is gone.

Even if they make a microscopic memory with zillions of bits,
How to wire it to me to take all of those hits.

To translate neuron talk into binary code,
Takes more than my lifetime in my terrestrial abode.

I understand how it works now, the purpose of the soul,
To take all that's necessary to beyond death, is it's goal.