Dead and gone
gone where?
where not to is the question?
what question?
who cares?
it matters not at all.

for all are twirling in the wind as dust
just dust
the dust knows not
what knows it not?
if it atheist was, or Christian will be
it matters not at all

in death, pain is not
what pain?
I remember not
for death is the opposite of life
in dust I have no life
it matters no longer at all

where are my tears?
where are my fears?
there is only the twirling of the wind blown dust
the tears are now rain
the fears are now silent
it matters no longer at all

the pain that raged
now is caged
there is only the twirling of the wind blown dust
the joy that blossomed
is now a flower in the dust
it matters not at all, for it too shall turn to dust