Even
when I die
My
voice shall cry
Immortalized
through
The
mind`s eye
Even
if I rot
You
will not forgot
You
will hear my poetry
More
than the ticking of the clock
I
shall live, and live on
I
shall give, and give on
Immortalized
through poetry
As
my words and I are one
Me,
you will remember
January
to December
Through
autumn, spring
Summer
or winter
I
shall be alive
Each
time my poetry is read
I
shall be revived
Then
shall you know that I
Have
been immortalized
Printed
upon the pages of time
My
words are divine
Ink
that will never fade
Between
the covers of books
Treasured
by the intellects
Immortalized
in a place
No
one will forget
My
body may have perished
And
become one with the earth
But
each time you open a book
It
will have been my rebirth
Page
by page you turn
Age
by age you grow
Generation
after generation will know
LEON PRYCE
Not
only my name
But
my very soul
Will
be immortalized in their thoughts
In
the hearts of those who
Shall
revere me
I
live on for eternity
