The Things by Vadim Shefner

The owner may die, but his things still continue existing.

They do not care on stranger human troubles already.

After death of you even the cups on the shelves do not break self,

And the rows of sparkling glasses don't melt like ice in Spring.

Because for some reason you will not be existing

The electricity meter will not turn on the  mourning reverce.

The phone will not die, the tape in the cassette will not light up,

The refrigerator, crying, will not go after your coffin sad.

Be their master, do not surrender to them to the slaughter,

Be an equitable impassive master of them, -

He who lived for things loses everything stopping breathing 

The one who lived for people - after death lives in their memory.