When I'm gone,
When I'm finally done,
At least attend my funeral,
Where all left from me is skull,
Maybe then you'd know I waited too long,
All this time listened to every sad song,
I lived all this time when I was dead inside,
While I watched you walk front with pride,
Pride that you have broken a heart,
And you are glad that we are finally apart,
I can imagine people standing by my grave,
Talking ear to ear saying he wasn't brave,
They say their prayers bid farewell,
And mark the end of this Novel,
And at last you arrive,
But darling it's too late,
It's nine forty - five,
My funeral was at eight,
Again darling again you're late!!!
I don't think I'm someone who would actually be this negative about life but for rhyming I guess it's a good one and it's got a pretty good message " Don't be late " Lol :)
