How sad to see this church so empty
What poor soul died so all alone
Just a solemn preacher mechanically droning
And a lonesome mourner right down the back

It would appear that he was there for shelter
Inside to hide from winter’s bitter bite
No place to go to call his home
He was oblivious to what was going on

Who was this person in the coffin laying
That no-one came to see him off
The preacher finished, through door he left
Curiosity tugged, I needed to find out

Slowly my way to the front I made
Approached the coffin that was ever so plain
Roughly made with no adornments
The cheapest of the cheap kind

Now I’m a man who is quite wealthy
So this is something I don’t understand
I always have the best of everything
So who would be to this person so mean

I looked inside and saw a man
One whose face was cold, hard and callous
What I saw to the core did shake me
I had looked on my face and it looked back at me

Was this the end I was destined for
That no-one would mourn my passing
Not even my family there to care
When undertaking my very last journey

Too late I saw mistakes I’d made
No chance for any changes
So many things alter I would
But now that cannot happen