When no sign of life in my body is to be found
Doesn't matter if I am cremated or put in the ground
Since the dead past all feelings should it matter to me anyway
If my remains are cremated or in a grave lay
My faults and my human frailties I do own
And my good days and bad days in life I have known
Now into my sixties my best years long gone
But for as long as I can I will keep living on
I've made a few friends and I've made a few foes
But life like this for many as one would suppose
I've been luckier than most are of that much I'm aware
The poor and the homeless of the World are not rare
So I hope to live for as long as I can
And to die without pain as a very old man.
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