It Will Not Matter Then Poem by Francis Duggan

It will not matter then what others of me will say
That I worked hard or was lazy in every way
For the judgements of others the dead cannot hear
The one good thing about death it frees us of all fear
And the judgements of others will not matter then
If in life I was pigeon holed with the unsuccessful women and men
Fair dues to the reaper people he does equalize
For their wealth and fame people he does not recognize
The unknown one and the one who has only known of fame
The egalatarian reaper he treats as the same
The tallest of poppies to his scythe must fall
And death is not such a bad thing after all
And it will not matter then what others say of me
Of any sense of guilt I'll be totally free.