Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

Immortality

by Ruth Stacey

The only certain cure for death is sex,
All else to dusty shadows and burnt soot,
Children give endless life and few regrets.
 
Think, freezing yourself is too complex,
A fool's quest and you know in your gut,
The only certain cure for death is sex.
 
Seeking for the fountain of youth will vex,
Instead aim for that umbilical cut,
Children give endless life and few regrets.
 
Genes are not the only heirloom objects,
Any nurtured child continues you, but,
The only certain cure for death is sex.
 
Don't waste time in life forgetting the next,
Soon you will be buried in a soil rut,
Children give endless life and few regrets.
 
Grasp at false hope and cast spells and hex,
Years will still run and that final door shut,
The only certain cure for death is sex,
Children give endless life and few regrets.

Added: 30.04.2009

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