I throw my queries to the four winds.
These questions keep gnawing and nagging at my worn-out mind.
How do I measure the life I have lived?
How do I tell if it was worth the while?
When I go off yonder beyond this here time zone;
When I leave this here time frame;
What will I leave behind?
What will my legacy be?
Will the space I occupied remember me?
Will the roads I roamed miss me?
Will the people in my life now, remember me?
Will the strangers I chanced, along the paths I trod, take note of my absence?
Will they, will you, will anyone miss me?