But still I wonder

Will I stop writing poetry when my hands begin to tremble and when my hair has fallen out? When I'm short of breath, my eyesight feeble and my legs are weak? When I lose my hearing, my yearning for passion and my craving for adventure? What about when I become forgetful and cannot find the words? What if I'm ill and fall into an abyss where the sun will never shine? Will I stop writing then knowing I can hardly hold a thought or pen? I should think not. I don't think I'll ever run out of things to say.