Just think!
Some night the stars will gleam
Upon a cold gray stone
And trace a name with silver beam
And it will be your own.
That night is speeding on to greet
Your epitaphic rhyme.
Your life is but a little beat
Within the heart of Time.
A little gain, a little pain
A laugh lest you may moan;
A little blame, a little fame,
A star gleam on a stone.
Robert Service
