Flesh goes home

here's a crappy poem:

look at the skin
the bones and veins underneath
all the pleasures you can have
for the moment it will be wonderful
though one day it will come to an end
as the spirit goes off into space
wondering confused getting used to the new reality
of living only non corporeally
dirt mud and soil cover the flesh
settle in there guy
it's where you belong
you know you'll feel at home
what have you then?
just your memories
and the knowledge of accomplishments and deeds
what will you do then?
no food or drink or wine
what will you be busy with?
who will you talk to?
others like you?
account for time and actions
it will be like seeing the ultimate shrink
in the end you'll be free