"This, Something Too Profound"
This, Something Too Profound, Has Found Me
Where Softly I Lay In Happy Living Day by Day,
That I Was doomed to die, much earlier than,
The average lifespan of mortal man, yet My Life
 lacks twenty five years of old age, that i Shall Never See!
How, Then, To Take Up Each Day? With What The Aim?
With What Attitude? Where To Aim?  What Shall I Do
With What Precious Time Is Given Left?  I Begged of God
Pardon, Yet God Refuses To Be Merciful or Lenient.  And So,
I Sit Bewildered By The Riddle of my Lifespan Before Me,
Utterly Perplexed at What To Do With What's Left of Living,
However Long That May Be...This, Something Too Profound,
Has Found Out My Bed Of Satin Pink Joy And My Hopes
My Very Life, Does This Prophecy Destroy!  So I Made Up My Mind.
With What is Left, I Seek To Write, To Write What Needs To Be Told.
I seek To Enjoy What Time Is Left No Less, Perhaps a little more,
though Grim is the Waiting of Death...I shall try to ignore my fears
And Write As Though I Held eternity in my heart and Soul, as though
All Secrets of Poetry are startled Birds Gasping To Fly From My Lips
As Though There Were no amount of tears that I could Shed For My Life
For there aren't enough to shed, so I shall shed no more.  No more tears.
We Must Make Do With What Time Is Left...And I Want To Write Poetry
No Treasures or Toys Could Satiate My Pain, Yet In Poetry, In Writing
There is immortality, that the songs of my heart and soul will forever remain!
In Jesus' Name,
Amen