Rules of verse, prose and rhyme
careful measures, line for line.
What will withstand the trial of time
and fires of our sorrow?

Cloth will rip and buildings fall,
yesteryears machines are no use to us all.
But a phrase scribbled hastily on the wall
will still be there tomorrow.

The stories and songs of all that was achieved
of things we discovered — and that we had to leave.
There's no telling what we will be asked to believe,
the future requires a past.

And what will remain when we're finally gone?
Take note of the times you've been right and wrong,
write down your stories, your thoughts and your songs,
for only words will last.