Classic Poem

I bought a pack of Camels yesterday.
What do I care if World War III breaks out?
Whatever happens happens anyway.

Not gold, not bronze, not dust itself can stay.
Nothing at all endures, not even doubt.
I bought a pack of Camels yesterday.

Today there grows a bay tree by the bay.
Tomorrow both bays will die in a drought.
Whatever happens happens anyway.

The sun will rise, will shine, and — come what may —
Will set. I don't know what it's all about.
I bought a pack of Camels yesterday.

Say what you like. Can I care what you say?
If you aspire to sainthood, be devout.
Whatever happens happens anyway.

I drive an eighteen-year-old Chevrolet.
You, optimist, can let me be a lout.
I bought a pack of Camels yesterday;
Whatever happens happens anyway.