To a stranger who has died -

To a stranger who has died -

   Money is nontransferable;

That the Egyptians tried -

   The kings - they're unconsolable

But I know some things that follow:

   A reputation that's admirable;

Fame - too - worth much in gold

   As well as a pretty caricature.

Others will take their talents

   And I - by history’s sieve -

Will take - cheating prognosis -

   My poems with me when I leave.