Mere Mortal

To be immortal, there is no now
only tomorrows with no end
lovers come and then they’re gone
no reason to pretend
always room for change
no fear of age
nor old death
dear old
friend

 

 

*The nonet poetic form is a 9-line poem that has 9 syllables in the first line, 8 syllables in the second line, 7 syllables in the third line, and continues to count down to one syllable in the final (ninth) line.

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