What do you think of me now
"dear old friend"
Once you said all that is will pass
and what's left was never worth having
Do you think you were right?

I felt a twinge of sadness when I heard of your passing
And maybe it's true we are all shadows of what we could be
But did it matter when they came for you
The men with the big, strong hands
hardened by the labor we never had to do
Will they look down on you and I for mocking their achievements
As we sat drinking five dollar coffee getting fat on success
With fancy cars and house poisoned with possessions
The comforts of life: self expression in the highest order

Tell me my friend
In the end did it all stop
Time frozen in the instant between here and gone
are we all a puff of smoke off the **** of a smoldering cigarette
Flourishing only to be choked out by the fresh breeze

But Then again, if I knew would it make any difference?