Alone

If I die before I wake,
My soul to lose, or is more at stake?
In my mind the crying masses
Touch my body as it passes.

And as it drops there's not a sound
Just a whisper as it hits the ground.
Words are passed, memories shared,
"He was so young, I wasn't prepared."

All my friends go home in tears,
and leave me be, beyond earthly fears.
But life is much more harsh than this:
Men die alone, no one last kiss.

No hand to hold, no one beside,
Just the emptiness they feel inside.
No one to mourn, no grave to mark,
Their resting place far in the dark.

As time goes on, they fade as well,
No memories on which to dwell.
Unremembered, and unrecalled,
Discarded, trashed and uninstalled.