I've put some thought upon the end
I've contemplated my demise
I've weighed the impact of my life
And tried to see it through your eyes
What riches, rags, or recompense
Were born of exploits I have sought?
What scars and sleepless night has my
pursuit of such false treasures wrought?
And if the sun should set at last
Upon my final waking hour
And see my eyes find perfect rest
My heart and mind give up their power,
What part of me, if some at all
Would linger here and carry on?
What fraction of my effigy
Will smolder once the frame is gone?
I've put some thought upon the end
But thought better and raised my head
Life is wasted on the living
Who count themselves among the dead.