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The Poet Priest

I live in my head ,the hermit priest. To say the least As I get older , the more my hair grows gray I learn each day Thoughts of my own mortality flutter in my mind. I wonder what I'll find Soon forgotten with the passing of years Has to be one of everyone's fears So even if I'm never heard There will always be my written word Something that will last well beyond my years My fears My way of finding immortality of my own The Poet Priest , this thought has been sown Grown Put deep in my head My words will live long after I'm dead So forever will I live As long as my words continue to give, Hope for tomorrow Hope beyond all sorrow To live forever . May my words die never

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Daniel Turner

Date: 3/12/2023 3:26:00 PM

I am certain there are a lot of people who feel this way, William. I played it safe. I planted a whole bunch of trees. I am told some trees live a thousand years. At the rate mankind is going, that should be plenty long enough.

William P. Harris
Date: 3/14/2023 9:20:00 AM

Thanks.