What becomes of words without breath <br />When left alone on the outskirts of death <br />The yellowing pages that told of my soul <br />Who will repeat them once my image is old <br /> <br />In the leather bound books high on a shelf <br />That speak of the secrets I long kept myself <br />To whose hands will hold them these lines I created <br />When stilled are my eyes and my love is outdated <br /> <br />Can they long survive me with a life of their own <br />These seedlings well rooted, when my time is outgrown <br />Will they fall to the ears of a new poet's heart <br />What becomes of words without breath, when I depart<br /><br />Susan Lacovara<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-becomes-of-words-without-breath/
