The old man waited at the funeral home before he died
His four children joined him there with a surprise
He had nothing left to give them but his wisdom
And a kiss good-bye
This was his last bon-voyage, sending off to the great beyond
For birthdays and Christmas’s his family had missed
They felt guilty for neglecting him
And figured, better late than never
His finale request, a Cuban cigar and a shot of cognac
He would die this afternoon according to his doctor
So everything’s in order for his demise
After enjoying his last few moments with a smoke….
But wait a minute!
The undertaker and priest ran in. Was someone committing sin?
Music too strong? Laughing too loud? (This was a funeral after all)
They came in shouting, “What is wrong with you old fool?!”
“Can’t you read the sign?!” NO SMOKING….
“Put the cigar out!”
The old boy smiled, settled in his coffin, there he died
It was a death party after all
They didn't want to make a fuss
We wouldn't want him getting cancer
Before he turns to dust
Created on 0/23/14 by Earl Schumacker for Poet III Poetry Contest