William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

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 March 12, 2023 at 3:26 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 Sr. March 14, 2023 at 9:20 AM Thanks.