To an Immortal

I doubt you’ll ever read this, but if you do,
I hope you’ve no regrets—or you’ve acquired
a taste for them. This was always my childhood
qualm about the glamour of the vampire:
what if one decided I would like
to grow old and die now, please, I’ve such regrets…
Doubtless I’ll be old before the science
parades into the light, your champion.

Naturally one’s time runs out.
But if you’re reading this, immortal
souls are real at last. I hope
you use them wisely; I hope they raise
a paradise; I hope— God,
I have such hopes. More than I’ve days?