Eternity's Pen

When I draw my final breath
And welcome my friend, who's name is Death
Will my words be set in stone?
Will my poems, on another's lips be sewn?

I wonder what the future has in store
Will my writes then be from the days of yore?
Shall I be a line in the wake of time?
Just another story, in the universe's eternal rhyme

Nay, I shall be seated among the stars
In view of the world, to see the next stanza written
Each drop of ink more valuable than golden bars
To see a future artist grow, as the next poet is bitten