Who
will quote me and
my busy pen
In
a hundred more years
or a hundred and ten
Will
my work still live,
continue to grow
Give
solace to people
that I'll never know
Comfort a lass who's just
lost her lad
Soothe
a young babe who's
missing his Dad
Give
hope to a woman
who waits for her man
Bring
light to a dark
soul, as poetry can
Who will quote words that
my pen has written
A
friend for the lonely,
hope for the smitten
Who
will quote me when
I'm dead and gone
From
a poem or a book
or a snippet of song
<>I'll
never know but will
be gratified
To
know someone has laughed,
grown thoughtful, or cried
From
something I wrote,
inspired from on high
Just
now, in the wondering,
I can't help but sigh
Who will quote me and
my busy pen
In
a hundred more years
or a hundred and ten
Will
my work still live,
continue to grow
Give
solace to people
that I'll never know
©
2008 Alice
C. Bateman
Digital
Art by Wondersmith
West