Like this idea: here's one by a celebrity, albeit of extreme vintage, reputedly composed on his deathbed - Publius Aelius Hadrianus (AD 76 - AD 138) Emperor of Rome AD 117 - 138 Animula vagula blandula hospes comesque corporis, quae hunc abibis in loca, pallida, rigida, nudula, nec, ut soles, dabis iocos? Little Soul Little soul little stray little drifter now where will you stay all pale and all alone after the way you used to make fun of things Translated by W.S. Merwin -- David Bircumshaw Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://homepage.ntlworld.com/david.bircumshaw/ The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.co.uk