Eulogy, 'told You I Was Ill' Poem by Spanner Thegob

eulogy


In the fog of declining years
Shed no more those silent tears

The heart awakens all our senses,
And hides the hurt with old pretenses.
Life surrenders to a timid death,
Extinguished with a laboured breadth.

Say no prayers, I do not fear it,
Send no flowers for a departed spirit.

Place my body on the pyre,
Release my spirit in the fire.

Scatter my ashes all around,
Do not inter me in uncaring ground

And sitting in your solitude
Well wishers will intrude,

Tell them,
Do not mourn me, I will be free,
But fondly say, You used to know me.