Graduate School Poem by Bryan Taplits

I'm 75-and still alive
My days may be fleeting and few,
But what I've mined
In my life (alone, without a wife)
Is lavish knowledge-
Precious ores which I've held onto.
I've experienced all of what 75 has layed at my door
And that's enough for me,
No Nobel's or paeans or anything more
But I've garnered such history.
It's such a shame-
A tawdry shame-
That the only thing which I can leave from this life
Are all those experiences that I still adore,
The baubles and glitters and memories
Yes- glittered memories galore.
But now when I go there will be no by-ways
Of entries or passwords or keys,
Just a pit, that says that I am done
and have been writ:
A final grave that covers my body-
And buries all my hard won expertise.