A Sympathy Look

If you are reading this poem after I am dead My one question for you is, “Why” I begged you to read these while I was still here And you hardly even gave it a try Now that I am no longer alive You give it a sympathy look Well, I absolve you of that obligation You can close the cover of this book Think about the things you would do for others Of your loved ones when they are dead And do those things for them now While they are still walking around instead I know it is easier to express your emotions To somebody buried in the ground But saying those things while looking in their eyes Is better for you and them, I’ve found But, if you are reading this poem after I am dead Please know that I do forgive you Because by not reading this poem while I was still alive You couldn’t know what you were supposed to do