What’s that ye see in ye wake ye’ve left behind?
Ah! ‘tis mere flotsam - ’ ye’ll be payin’ it no mind!
No, laddie, ‘tis more me thinks – look again, and hard
Stop now, and analyze that which ye discard …
I see there a wife … no, two … or maybe it be three!
My goodness, laddie boy, with none could ye agree?
And there I see be bottles, once were filled with wine
Looks as if to their content ye builded ye a shrine
And there be much of cursing and much profanity
Wallowing there in ye wake upon Life’s stormy sea.
Smoke filled rooms of decadence and gamblers I see
Ye wages flowed like wine in betting activity.
‘Tis wasted Life laying here in ye worthless wake
And no redemption do I see, and n’ery a keepsake
No wonder ye are of a mind to pay no ‘tention to:
That ye regard as “throw-a-ways” an’ irrelevant to you.
But that which lay behind ye, with no values in ye mind
Went to feed an ego that’s left ye all but blind
Compassion lies there in ye wake, next to friendliness,
For always have ye embraced self-indulgence to excess
Considerations; … love that’s true; … charity en masse;
Ye found them to be asinine … ye found them to be crass.
Ah … ye journey, ‘twill over soon it be
And ye an’ all ye life removed from Life’s vast stormy sea
But laddie, when ye reach the shore and expect the ‘high ‘n dry’
Judgments forth will come – ‘tis then we’ll see ye cry
Life is not a lark for those who care not what they do
All decisions that ye made – in the Afterlife accrue
And answers will ye have to give, with reasons for ye acts
With falsehoods not an option – ye answers must be facts!
Woe is ye who repented not, nor would ye change ye ways
And laughed aloud at ye wake when seen in your last days
God, ‘tis true, is merciful, and often He forgives
For those who be struggling to live by His missives …
But lookin’ at ye wake, ‘twas not missives that compel
Ye Life be written off, with ye eternity in Hell.