To a stranger who has died -

To a stranger who has died -
   Money is nontransferable;
That the Egyptians tried -
   The kings - they're unconsolable
 
But I know some things that follow:
   A reputation that's admirable;
Fame - too - worth much in gold
   As well as a pretty caricature.
 
Others will take their talents
   And I - by history’s sieve -
Will take - cheating prognosis -
   My poems with me when I leave.