In The End Poem by Pacific Hernandez

How is man's life to be measured?
Is it by years how he is old?
Or by ounces he owns in gold,
and by the things he has in hoard.

On the first count I would not fail,
I'm old enough, yes old I am.
On the last two you be the judge.
Did I have less, did I have much?

In other measures how would I fare?
How did I live, what have I been?
On other counts be I measured?
What of my deeds were bad or good?