Until You Are No More

You were like any other human
In the most basic sense.
They dug a hole and placed you in it
When you were forty, and now all that remains
Are your bones.

If “mortal” means your flesh has rotted,
Then you were.

But everyone knows your name, your life, your work.
Even today’s children sing “Imagine” and “Help!,”
despite not knowing how the words sounded
when they came from your mouth.

The people, they speak of you every day.
They remember you, your words, your music, your contribution,
And they will never forget.
Your body did not live forever, but your legacy will.

So until your work means nothing anymore,
Until the name “Lennon” ceases to pass lips,
You are immortal.