Be Remembered When You're Dead
Words they don't come easily
Taking years to fill the void
There are those who use them miserly
Causing listeners to become annoyed
Sentences must string together
Making sense from start to end
But some make heavy weather
Trying to send us round the bend
Paragraphs are part of a story
Taking time to thus unfold
The length of them shouldn't worry
But we can't wait 'till we get old
Chapters can be sections complete
Independent from the rest
That make a book precise and neat
But connecting them is best
A book is a labour of love
Full of words and drawn up by passion
Often with help from above
And sometimes lost with the fashion
Choose those words with shrewdness
Write them to be read
If they also show astuteness
You'll be remembered when you're dead
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