After death will anything last,
Or will everything just remain in the past?

After death will I find afterlife,
Or is the end really just that blinding white light?

After death will I be remembered,
Or as ashes will my body be rendered?

After death will my lover, his love for me realise,
Or will he just go and find a girl more poise?

After death will my poems live on,
Or is it just a trick and they too will be gone?