Immortal I

By Clayton Ray Randell

Long life, means nothing
Without song, spirits, and love.
Without someone with which to sing,
I would rather be above.

I gave my soul to eternity,
my curiosity, over turned thought.
I, now long to be with thee;
You have not been forgot.

Decades ago, and decades to be,
I while away my time;
and nothing is ever new to me,
except my whimsied rhyme.

There are others I have loved,
before their time was through.
But none of them have I loved,
quite as much as you.