||I sketched a thought upon a page:
It didn't move, it didn't age.
The lines, once drawn, did stay affixed
There were no sorcery or tricks.
And yet these simple, dashed-out jots
might long outlive me, so I thought.
This wondrous, complex life of mine
with all my hopes and dreams entwined
Long after all that passed away
...these simple marks might still hold sway.
So down I looked, since time had passed,
to view these marks that last and last
To find the look and meaning there
Now spoke of whole new thoughts and cares
It hasn't moved: The lines stayed true.
But I had changed...to something new.