What will happen when I die?
Will random people stop and cry?

I wonder what my friends will say
On my glorious parting day

Will I get flowers, and a stone with my name,
And put in a field of gray flowers
That all look the same?

Will they say I made an impact
before death came to take me back?

Will they day I did my part,
with my pen and page, and dusty heart?

I hope when I die, I'm satisfied
And with my last breath can say I tried

When my body meets the dark patient ground,
I hope I sleep eternally, safe and sound