A yellowed paged book of poetry
With verse of love and immorality
Is the legacy he left behind
Nameless man... A succinct title line: 'Don't forget me'
Burgundy shoes and gravestones
Shovel, ditch, and dirt on human bones
Somebody's poorly scrawled note
'If there's still doubt- he always bled for the cause and we'll never forget him'
And so his epitaph read
'Fame and fortune or a closed casket'
In fact, that's what most of us will get
Many lose heart, many lose dignity
What's there in store for the likes of you and me?
Will we be spiders or be flies
Caught in the net of diatribes?
The scenery tainted in gloomy grey
As passers-by stare and say
'Apparently, it's a good sign
Farewell. So long
Goodbye untold stories
All scruples, no glories
After all the struggle, after all the troubles
Everything we get is a dapper skeleton in a closed casket