Yes, I wrote a poem —

Time marches on as I brush my teeth
No task undone, no duty beneath

And what output to show for my billion beats?
What artifact preserved to prove my feats?

A creative work, to survive time
A binary mirrored for ages

Unless none care to make the climb
And time eventually erases all pages

What if the intangible is the mint?
Caring for another immortal soul
The only harvest with eternal imprint