Divine Afflatus

As I sit in this old, rugged chair, And direct my gaze upon this blank paper I ponder a vastitude of rhymes with great care Yet, this scheme of notions begins to taper Lo, I have acquired inspiration And begin to articulate a most humble work of literature That of which is a most modest creation Yet, I do so with no fear of harsh stricture If one is to write out of fear, Then by these terms, one should live by fear as well Nay, I shall write with an undying passion, such words I hold dear For those who will read, these words shall compel Every life is valuable, and my own, I shall cherish Let these words last in perpetuity, long after I perish