Standing at the graveside I watch the mourners come
And weigh up the equations of my life’s eternal sum
They are certain in this moment that I am worth their pain
But will I, in the years ahead, walk in their thoughts again?
For I question, now it’s over, who will remember me
Beyond a brief dead end inscription on the thriving family tree
I must balance all the harm I did, against the good in small amount
And wonder if the love I spent will offset my account
I must measure all the laughter against a heart that’s dulled with tears
From chances I was given, that vanished with the years
I was every contradiction, every colour you can see
My choices at the Rubicon, come back to punish me
In the time I was allotted did I make a lasting mark;
Have I struck a light to guide me, through my own eternal dark?
Will my shadow pause a moment as they all turn away
And linger on a little beyond this reckoning day?
Perhaps the words I leave behind me are all I have to give
Now I am dead and gone, I hope that they can live