To a stranger who has died -

To a stranger who has died -
Money is nontransferable;
That the Egyptians tried -
The kings - they're unconsolable

But I know some things that follow:
A reputation that's admirable;
Fame - too - worth much in gold
As well as a pretty caricature.

Others will take their talents
And I - by history’s sieve -
Will take - cheating prognosis -
My poems with me when I leave.