I stand looking
At others lying
Their futures finished
Their dreams done
All that remains
Is a stone
And memories perhaps
What were they thinking
In that final moment
Passing from life
To eternal death
Did they finish
What they started
And were they satisfied
None truly knowing
Where their soul was going
If anywhere
I think of myself
And my own final moment
A fate I share
With all humanity
Will it end in fear
Will it all have been worthwhile
A waste of time per chance
I turn and look once more
At all those lying in rest
My questions are many
The most important being
Did death bring
The answers
I know they craved?