You know what, you're a very bad liar. Your poems are GOD. And I'm not just saying that because you can hit me with a book... but because they actually are awesome. (Swanson is dieing because of my grammar right now.)

Anyways, old or not, this poem pricks the very essense of my being and exposes the tender the nature of the human mind to think of itself as eternal.

Bravo!

that is pretty nice. i like the line of thought and i agree that most poems last only as long as their creator. but as with everything the ones in books are exceptions. and you also have a unique style, i like it.