He died today, twas no one there
And not a sole, his cross to bear
Alone forgotten by his heirs
This silent child without a care.

No one to weep or mourn his loss
No glimpse or hint of memories lost
No rose nor flow’r or idol gloss
Into a fire this thing we tossed.

To see, to feel a life thus earned
To see the long forgotten urn
To this, I pray, reflections churn
Into his pyre I too might burn.

I wipe my hands and walk away
It was not me who died a day
If so, are those will proudly say
That’s Martin Kloess who came this way.

And some will weep and some will cry
And others dance as I go by
And some may take a chance to try
And some may take a comfort sigh.

A lesson if you did not know
To take your life and make it glow
My life’s a seed for you to sow
And in the end your light will flow.