It Will Not Matter Poem by Francis Duggan

When I fall to the scythe of the Reaper it will not matter then
If in life I'm not seen as a man amongst men
The great gift of breath from me forever gone
I will be with Nature and life will go on
To be forgotten in death or posthumous fame
To a dead person in my reckoning the same
Your legend in death it may very well grow
But of their legendary status the dead cannot know
Is the dog or the cat any different to you or I
We are air breathing life forms born to die
The dead are at peace for them no need to pray
All is dark and quiet where they forever lay
The longest human life in time not a long span
So one ought to live for as long as one can.