As I stand here in my Sunday best 
I can reflect on the things I've achieved as I look at my family crest 

As I stand her wearing all the clothes I own, I'm greatful for the things I've done ... And what I've shown 

Looking at the image in the mirror, the gold around my neck and the rings on my finger ... I see the wealth and my contagious figure 

Looking at the image in the mirror, I see the aged face and hunger inside .. A starved belly, an empty purse ... But a sparkle inside my life wasn't a curse 

My finery, gold buttons, the class I reside
Carriages to work and servers by my side 

My tattered cloth and lack of wealth 
Walking to work and guarding my Heath 
But watch my family ... We've laughed 
I've lived 

My headstone will be large and casts a shadow in the land ... It' says here lies a Nobel man who had riches and was grand 

I may not have a headstone but it won't matter ... Il be In my family's heart and memories .. My ashes can just scatter.