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
*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.