Build me a tower, A tomb of gold. I need to be remembered, I am getting so old. Does granite not age? Is a pyramid to massive? Times going by, can't afford to be passive. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Will iron last forever? Forget it, it will rust. Maybe a mountain, could I afford the cost? In 10 thousand years, will my memory be lost? I drive past the grave sites and admire the markers. The Jones, the Smiths, the Chastains, the Parkers. I fully understand that the living need to remember. For years they drop flowers from January to December. But sooner or later the stone starts to fade. The writing is gone, the flowers not laid. Incinerate me and remember the times that I had. Throw my ashes in the river and don't be sad.