057 - Remnants

The world is built on dead people

The best of us have gone

Dead actors, kings and presidents

Their lives have been withdrawn

National treasures everywhere

Comedians most profound

Poets, writers, film directors

They’re mostly in the ground

Think of all your favourite artists

Singers lingering in your ear

Musicians, painters, opera stars

I bet a lot of them aren’t here

Every time a person dies

The human race is diminished

And we all have to carry on

Until we too are finished

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