Immortality
The little chores I have to do
Important only in my view.
The world would still be sad or fun
If I were gone, with chores undone.
When all the other lives I touch
Are past, there’ll not be very much
To make the world aware that I
Was here to live, to love, to die.
If single rhyme of mine is found,
A bit of me is still around.
Copyright © Joyce Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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