I live on.
I adapt. I learn. I change.
I become more.
Do more. Know more. Think more.
I am more.

I work.
I sweat I ache. I tire.
I move always.
Forward. Back Sometimes.
Still, I move.

I write.
I document. I build.
I destroy, too.
Hatred. Bigotry...maybe.
Through my words.

One day,
I'll cease, I'll end, I'll die.
I'll write not.
Work not. Move not. Become not.
And, be not.

Yet, I live on.
I did.I became. I was.
I live on. 
Known. Loved. Remembered.
Immortal.


                  --T.F. Ragsdale