My molecules are not my own.
My atoms are but out on loan.
What you see of me is a shell
that carries me now while I dwell
where God made my spirit from naught.
My body is part, as I’ve taught,
of a cycle designed to feed
each part with its dependent need.
I'll give that body back to Earth,
my spirit to a greater Worth,
and to you I'll leave all that's left.
If, after that, you feel bereft,
perhaps you'll read my poetry.
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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