In the end you can only take
nothing but what you knew
There is nothing else from this world
that gets to go with you
All the things you had bought
and worked so hard to get
are left behind for someone else
to tear up and just forget
It won’t matter what it was
that you had meant to do
The only things that really count
is what you got around to
All the love that you give
and kindness that you show
Is the map to the path
for those you loved to follow
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