A Good Goodbye
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It’s natural at my age to think about death and after death some,
I believe we all have somewhat different views of what will come.
This poem shares my recent thoughts I have about these things,
Hoping for a good goodbye from here to what the after life brings.
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A Good Goodbye
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From this day forward, let it be known to all of you out there,
That I wrote a blog planning my own funeral, I do solemnly swear.
It will hit the press soon, but I’m really not trying to rush things,
As I hope it’s many long years before the old grim reaper sings.
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This is just because I like things done my way when I’m the star.
However, most of my friends have died or slowly gone away far.
So there won’t be too many people show up to bid me adieu.
But I likely won’t care how many people are there when I’m through.
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This past year, I have had to endure the loss of two fine men,
The losses upset me and made me start to think some then.
When someone goes to heaven, it should be a joyous time,
So I wanted my funeral to be a celebration of my life so fine.
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So I put together a plan with some things that I liked while here,
To make things relaxed so it is not so drab and boring there.
My friends know what I like and I think they might enjoy the service,
As it will be short and sweet with some refreshments to refurbish.
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Now you are primed for a rare plan which you usually don’t see,
When someone has the foresight to plan their own funeral to be.
This is something people don’t think about much before time,
And when needed the deceased is In no shape help, it’s a crime.
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Perhaps some will look forward now to come out to my funeral
After they read the plan that I laid out for my family to install
It won’t take much time and everyone must come in casual clothes,
So maybe you will enjoy yourselves and not be bored and me loathe.
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I don’t want anyone to be sad when I’m gone from this earth,
As my death will mark the very day of the beginning of the birth
Of my internal soul containing the essence of all the good in me.
Perhaps you will feel a nice warmth once my soul is set free.
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For awhile I will remain near to help Pam through the long night,
When she sees something that reminds her of me in her sight.
I will try, if my soul is able, to give her a warm glow so she knows.
I’m still around watching over her long after my body did go.
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So if she feels a warmth that gives her a small chill inside her,
That will likely be me trying to tell her I am in heaven so pure.
And it’s okay to miss me, but don’t worry about where I’ve gone,
And I can’t wait until she joins me in paradise to stay so very long.
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I’ve rambled a little trying to get all of this written down in here,
As my path is not yer totally clear as my death grows so near.
But I have I written it the way I think that things may very well be,
Or perhaps, it is only the way I would like them to be for me.
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By Bill
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Thanks for reading A Good Goodbye,
Bill
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