Dust now settles on your soul.
Body crumbles, health not whole.
Vision fades, waking slows.
Page stays blank, writing woes.
Have you no more words to say?
Have they left and flown away?
Or are you a lazy sot?
Leave them buried, let them rot.
Words were lovers you embraced,
now it seems they’ve been replaced.
What intangibles are there
that make you no longer care?
Light the fire, feed the spark.
Don’t leave words there in the dark.
Deep within they stir the heart.
Far from you they’ll never part.
In the mud of mind and soul,
use the words to make you whole.
In the war of flesh and heart,
words of wisdom make the art.
In the dance of life and death,
write them with your final breath.