When tomorrow I will not be
When tomorrow I’ll be gone
And my number of days spent
Marked by a mere slab of stone
Changing my status from is to was
And my existence soon to be forgotten
Families will adjust, friends will move on
Co-workers will welcome new talent
That’ll occupy my space gracefully
Why then should I see myself
As an indispensable being
Living like the morrow will not come
When I should be impacting lives
Bringing hope to many souls
By painting people’s dream with joy
When there’s still life in this mortal body
Doing it for God and humanity
A better proof that I was here
Cos my days are nothing but a number
That will soon count down and wither away
Like the grass of the fields
Packed and burnt with fire
Leaving no traces of former existence