Epitaph

Every one that has come
      and gone in my life
   are just passing acquaintances,
for I am sure to have made
      the same number of enemies
   as much as I’ve made friends.
I’ve not so much as touched
      the lives of those I’ve loved
   —my greatest regret, this is.
So should, by chance, today
      I pass away,
   Sadly, I will not be missed.