if it were today that I should die?

Could I go in peace to my eternal rest,

 knowing you came in your Sunday best?

Or will I like yesterdays wind, simply just fade away?

Where will you be that (glad…sad) day my friend,

when this body of mine, the gravedigger lowers in?

Will you be there by the this solemn graveside,

or will you be catching fish on the mornings tide?

In your heart of hearts, will you even remember me

Or have all your thoughts and considerations taken wings

 And from your mind, have they have truly fled?

After all, you have said, “what’s the use, dead is dead”

Oh my friend, is this the way it will be,

or will you bare kindness and show you have decency?

Will you at least, be my friend one last time?

Or is this just a vain and empty thought of mine?

for I had really believed you to be considerate and kind.

I guess there is no true way for me to really know,

who did and who did not show.

For when they intern this vessel that once was me,

Will there, I want to know…be anyone to grieve?