It Will Not Matter To You

It will not matter to you where your bones will lay
Or if your ashes are spread on your favourite place far away
You will be gone forever to be never more seen
And without you the grass of the Spring will grow green.

It will not matter to you then your wealth and your fame
Or if your's will live on as a memorable name
For making all of us equal the reaper we ought to thank
He will not overlook you because of your rank.

It will not matter to you how much money you've made
Or if as human success goes you have made the grade
That one date with the reaper we all have to keep
It may come in our waking hours or when we sleep.

It will not matter to you though many have to say
Only good things about you on your funeral day
Since you cannot hear them in death it would seem
You are beyond the ego that comes from self esteem.