WHEN I’M DEAD: A POEM

The following is a particularly cheery poem called When I’m Dead. I don’t try to be deliberately morbid but few things in life are certain and death is inevitable. So often we leave our kind words and emotional outpours to be spoken at a funeral, but in life we leave so much left unsaid. Maybe we should share our feelings and express our love more daily, or maybe it’s easier when no-one can answer back.

WHEN I’M DEAD

When I’m dead

I wonder what they’ll say

Did I live in the moment

Or did I throw it away

WiIl I be forgotten

Or will they remember my name

I’m thinking about friends

Not considering fame

Is there anyone at my funeral

Or just a whole bunch of space

Am I a misery

Or a smiling face

Are lies needed

Or is the truth adequate to relay

Is anyone mourning

Or do they feel okay

Did I grow old

Or die feeling brand new

Do ignored words

Suddenly hold some volume

Is it dark

After my extinguished light

Am I in your vision

Or am I out of sight

Well I did what I could

My life was never dull

I may have felt empty

But my goddamn life was full