I Will Not Last
I gazed upon the stars last night
Transfixed beneath their mortal light
And trembled at their ashen fate
For I could see our common plight
Entropy is our last estate
But I’ll be gone before that date
What of me will survive my end
That will not rot or fade away
How long will tales be told by friends
Of my many shenanigans
Beyond those first horrendous tears
When they’re finally on the mend
I grew calm as my mind ran clear
I shouldn’t hold those thoughts so dear
Those foolish polyps of my fear
Are nothing more and I am here
Whew. My first poem was very easy compared to this. I don't know how you poets do it. I have hammered away at this thing for better than 14 hours over three days. Does that sound normal to you all? Or am I just slow? Anyway, it is a cheerier poem than my first one. The question is: is it a good poem?