Shakespeare tried to immortalize his love
in sonnets, in perfect iambic lines
and in masterful metaphor, enjambed rhymes.
What lives on is the poem, not the person.
But it’s better than nothing, I suppose,
and everyone who dies should have a poem
composed in their memory, 14 lines,
a poem that preserves something of a soul,
that argues that the world and this life
has been made deeper, richer, by theirs.
And there’s something about that commitment,
the concentrated effort it takes one
to embody as best one can in short–
for memory, posterity, comfort.
michael jarmer 
with 60, you should be fully forevered!