Hey - its the off season - and I'm getting old. ;)
Donít write me a poem when Iím dead
Have a long laugh Ė take a nice nap.
Think of something rad, or bake a loaf of bread.
Scream your way through a rollercoaster ride
But, donít write me a poem when Iím dead.
Pretend you can sing Ė move your feet to a jig.
Tell a dirty joke - punctuated it - with a meaningful wink.
Hike along a mountain trail and break into a yodel,
Then kick your blades into a ruckus at the local skating rink.
Tell jokes about me on the amateur night stage;
Pretend I was witty and rodeo clownish fun
Then, moon the congregation at the local church
And swear thatís what I wished to have done.
Just donít write me a poem when Iím dead
Donít sum me up with a two bit rhyme.
Donít worry about the future of my soul -
And please donít opine on my eternal clime.
Do the Hokey Pokey to get me to my grave.
Ceremoniously burn my clothes in an industrial drum.
Furnish bag pipes to mourners with too much wind
And dance like Indian Medicine Men in a rugby scrum.
Raise some Hell with the excuse of my demise
Just donít write me a poem by beating a horse dead,
But, when it comes to grinding out the poetic lifting
Be thankful - when you get to that Ė it was me instead.