When I die
I do not want a Funeral,
I wouldn't care to attend.
that stuff is for the family,
and select but few real friends....
It is my wish ; when time comes,
just cremate me and with my ashes;
to give back to the earth,
to end all of our clashes ....
I used to pray so fervently,
I shook and swayed and bent,
not truly in belief;
Of the body, church or lent....
Now as days pass on by ;
and all my life does flash,
I can see my scars about my soul;
but I will never be White Trash....
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
