When I leave this world, who will mourn me?
The children who never call?
The siblings who never write?
The parents who never held me?
When I leave this world, who will mourn me?
The friends who have lost touch?
The acquaintances who will most assuredly find other things with which to occupy their minds?
The co-workers I did not impress, or maybe even outshined?
When I leave this world, who will mourn me?
The zealots who speak of eternal damnation?
The philosophers who speak of wasted opportunity?
Those who know not themselves, thus, know not me?
When I leave this world, who will mourn me?
Who will mourn me?