Poets don't die

poets don't die
they live forever
words don't die
they last forever
I will live and die a poet
a profession I will never reject
a decision I will never regret
for it's a dream
I had in a dream
that all the material life
will past away
the flesh and the body will also decay
and all the riches left behind
for there's nothing to pay
like the fallen and dried leafs
which the air blows away
it your judgement day
and what do you have to say
but Like a spell
which rings in your ears a bell
my words are forever here to stay
for Poets don't die
they live forever
words don't die
they last forever