Either I make a promise herewith, or I write an epitaph.
No words on paper, stone, or steel
can e'er outlive this heart I give;
Nor ever say the things I feel
or bring again the will to live.
Like words on water, clouds, or air,
mine never touch a soul but mine.
Though touch of kind and loving care
lies not on me, my touch is thine.
May 2, 2021 01:10:43