What Matters? - Poem by Wayne Bowen
When we lie down for one last time
to look back at what we left behind
It won't matter to anyone
just the lives we touched for good or bad
some may be happy and some may be sad.
Even those who hate us will act like they should
now that we are gone for good.
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