Don't Come To My Funeral

Don't come, do not come Do not come to my funeral Do not come to my burial Stay home in a quiet room To read my God-given poems Be inspired and turn them into songs. You were absent in my life When I was ill, well and alive You were away, far from my strife Finally, Peace is my beautiful wife She and I do not want to be disturbed We want to be left alone on the curb. Do not come to waste your time You have better things to do right now Gas is too expensive, do not waste a dime Dry cleaning is not cheap, respect my vow Do not come to my funeral Do not come to my burial. I will invite strangers, poets, and thinkers I'll welcome priests, imams and some good pastors The ceremony will take place fifty years from now Most people who are alive today will be gone I know. You probably ponder and wonder how Oh! If I reveal the secret, I will not be forgiven. Do not kill the flowers, bring me your smile Send me your letters and blow a few kisses Do not shed a tear, come happy with style Sing me a few songs, and play some nice pieces Only strangers will be invited at my funeral Only thinkers will be welcome to my burial. Hebert Logerie Tuesday, December 15, 2015