amongst such a death

to be amongst such a death,
moaning your life within time,
repeat again your trained words
which rage from verse to muse,
writing poetry, pillowed rhyme
written to pay loves tears.

generous sonnet, deeds of the bard
allowing deaf man his own hearing
your life blood gives thanks,
rhyming lines for my soul to keep
that by means decent and fair,
tame the days and pale their lips

walk on mine bride, want not
what caution might sell
for the same market is buying
insurance, paying for hot titles,
holy men creep below loves stock
and they lie to the people
trod upon by their feet…

someone has set an age, dull, though
all poet in me or and i was, and or were,

greg

I don't want to achieve immortality through my work. I want to achieve it through not dying.
Woody Allen