What matters

When I am close to death, with that last breath..

What is it that I will yearn?

If I cock my head, and would still be dead

What did I really earn?

Does it matter that, I soared to heights,

Will it matter if I fell?

When I’m ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Who can ever tell?

Will it count if I cared for the near and dear ones?

Will it hurt if I turned a blind eye?

I can’t do every thing right all the time

How many can I satisfy?

I think and ponder and brood and wonder

What is that that matters to me?

Then I see, if every here and now is fine,

What else could future will be?