My Life Don't Matter Nohow

Don’t think that folks would miss me
Don’t see just why they would
Oh Sure, they'd grieve a little while
But then they’d have it good

No more the irritation
Of angry thought or word
The hurting boy so deep inside
Would never more be heard

No more to see the agony
That’s etched upon his face
No guilty nagging prompt, that man
So angry, to embrace

No more to hear him weeping
Each night before his sleep
No more the pain of empathy
Around your mind would creep

Out of sight and out of mind
That hurting man would go
And then, thank God, it’s much too late
Your kindness him to show