Who is to say that I was not here when my spirit cross over I Kenvil Atkins Lewis do declare only a fool blowing out hot air For I have been here and there listen to you my mark is everywhere In my travel that which I marvel yes above all life is just for living And the giving is like weaving a crown of solid unforgetfulness What I have learned is just what I earn and there’s no bridge to burn Who is to say Kenvil Atkins the poet left no heritage at his age Fools that want knowledge seeking a reward for false wages Now in the twilight of my age, I want for nothing except to be save Young men cherish your youth and make much while the heavens shine You women it is best to marry don’t tarry you are a cup of fine wine And In the end, all is vanity for clean you come and clean you will go Who is to say poverty is a cup of tea rich or poor one wants more But the grand exit patiently open the door and there on the floor All that was you now know the score in for a penny in for a pound I hear the melody of a chorus coming to carry me home on high Yes it is time for my grand exit brethren please don’t ask me why Some day in the sweet bye and bye we will all join the grand exit