Remnants

Standing alone on this hill,
Looking down at a forgotten graveyard,
The forsaken remnants of an ancient time.
Thinking about death,
And all the things it brings to mind.

Happiness, gain, and relief,
Anger, sadness, and the grief.
Happy are we when death releases us from all our pains.
Angry, sad, and afraid, all of us who are left behind.

Thinking of all our last goodbyes.
Is it to late to change our ways?
I guess we will not be able to keep all the promises we have made.
Life is a game you see,
In life we all seem to lose,
Only death do we gain.

What is death?
What happens next?
Do we go on to be born again?
Or do we stay in a place like Heaven?

The funny thing about death,
When we look upon it,
We think about life,
And it makes us glad to have it.

Thousands of years from this time,
who will be there to witness the ancient remnants I left behind?