Our Words Live On For Aeons Poem by Allen Steble The Philosophical Poet

when we die
when our blood dies
our spirit dies
our bones die
our mind dies
i hope...
our words will live on
...on and on
for aeons

when our heart dies
when our thoughts die
our skin dies
our hair shrivels
our nails wither
our kidneys and lungs
our brain and liver
even when they die
i hope...
our words will live on
...on and on
for aeons

whenever or
-wherever
i may choose to go
whoever or
-whatever
i do not know
if everything around me disappears
if the world dwells engulfed in needless fear
i just hope our words
will live long
...on and on
for aeons