Though many may know when dying,
Nobody knows when they're dead.
Not somewhere lost, to get back trying,
But from existence gone; full fled.

Atoms which formed the living you,
Will let entropy choose their fate.
Away to be a something new,
In life elsewhere participate.

But perhaps if space and time don't end,
And all things come to be.
At some point kinder fates may send,
For another one of me.