Death

The final scene

The curtain falling

I see the light

Upstairs is calling.

The life I lived

Honour and morals?

Or full of contempt

And restless quarrels.

Will I be remembered

As a man who was great

Or will my name be spoken

With the utmost hate.

When the hand of death waves

And all turns to black

Dont try to fight it

Simply

Wave back.