I am very sad
Not for today
As I feel
The presence of them all 
And my body is warm, 
But for the next
Hundreds of years
Will there be any one
To care and love? 

So I want
To leave
A deep scratch
Of my mind
On the screen
Of the world
And walk along
With all bards
After my death
Hundreds of years
On soiled paths
And metal streets
Without my limbs
Blood and flesh
In haunting houses
And Joyous classes, 
Make them feel
My hovering spirit
In emotional moments
In acts and deeds
Soothing souls
And agitated minds.