Remembered Poem by somebody else

It seems to be a world out of control,
where few care about their immortal soul.
Instead their lives they do abuse,
living for themselves, anyway they choose.
Giving no heed to valuable advice,
thinking it is too high a price.
But there are consquences, for not doing as you're told,
whether you are young or old.
And after you let all your chances pass,
and you are put six feet under grass.
The end result, is always the same,
for eternity, will not remember your name.