They will discover your dusty words
Sometime in the distant future
Among all the chaff and gold
Sifted from humanities searching soul
What will be said as they read
Offerings torn from your bursting heart
Will they breathe an earthly sigh
Or hit the delete icon, pass you by
Life is fleeting, very old news,
A constant truism of fact
Never defeated say you
Although the weight of words leaves shoulders blue