the realist

i have breathed my near last,
my life has almost passed,
scant material wealth to pass,
few memories to last,
not many will be downcast,
no obituary on the newscast,
no tears in the forecast,
ashes in the wind blast,
no bronze bust to be cast,
no flags will fly at half-staff or mast,
may we move this along? people ask,
next.

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