There will be no fantastic fanfare
No drink fuelled hullabaloo
No pomp nor royal salute
No extended special on tv
There will be no one watching when I leave
Social media will not cease to be
The World Wide Web will chatter regardless
Artists continue to churn out fiction
Magicians work tricks and believers believe
There will be no one watching when I leave
The days will still break and still slip into dusk
Weeks will still flow as they do, and they must
Seasons will take heed of the orbiting sun
And light will still grow and slowly recede
There will be no one watching when I leave
Bickering Politicians will bicker still
While plundering spoils with infinite skill
The rest will at best ingest bile, bitter pills
And wonder what ill history preceded this deal
There will be no one watching when I leave
The world will continue to suffer
Deep pain will still reel in the hearts of our mothers
While arrogance hangs in the anger of fathers
And hard though it is to conceive
There will be no one watching when I leave
Our darlings we met on the streets
Will venture elsewhere for their needs
And with patience and guile and forethought
They will coax and cajole and conceal
There will be no one watching when I leave
Clouds will congregate and shroud the sun
Heavy storms of woe will flood this fruitless work
Growling thunder roars in coarse dissent
While gales of hail erode all words of worth
And tunes that continue above and beyond
The rules and constraints of all popular song
Will both vex and upset the inspector
While our verses smirk at his pique
There will be no one watching when I leave
Not a soul will be paying attention
No exclusions nor single exceptions
But armed with this stark apprehension
I persist with my wistful intention
For There will be no one watching when I leave