We cannot die who live on in our seed, Nor need it be the product of our flesh. Just as a child survives, so may a deed Capture the soul within a vital mesh, To live forever in the minds of men. Blood of our blood, the written word may be Closer than children. Sometimes with the pen We can create a living entity. The tree we plant lives on when we are not; The house we build, the sentences we say Mark out on earth their own especial spot, A part of us, who sped them on their way. To propagate itself is each soul's need; We do not die who live on in our seed. |