Please don't grieve now I am gone,
No longer fill a me-shaped space.
This planet I no more stand upon,
No longer someone else displace.

Having spent that which to me was due,
I left no doubt just when I should.
And strange as this may seem to you.
Different be it never could.

For life is governed by time slot rules,
Which predict our in and out.
So sculpted with the finest tools,
Disorder which there’d be without.

Hence life and death have order,
Or the world would balance not.
Our demise has a context broader,
Than we sense from our person plot.

As playing our part when living,
We do so when we die.
And each represents a giving,
A demand versus supply.

Will was right with his world's a stage
That we’re all but merely players.
And the entrance, exit of our page,
Affirms we're only moment stayers.

Specs on nose, and pouch on side,
I lived my days fair full.
And did never from its prospect hide,
Or was plagued by a moment dull.

So fret not that I’m now long lost,
For this is as was meant to be.
Our gift of life, the capped off cost,
Thus, it’s a fond farewell from me.