My Epitaph Poem by Randy McClave

Don't know if I will wave my hand
Don't know if I will nod my head
Don't know how I will say goodbye
Knowing that soon, I will lay dead.
Maybe I will just give a speech
When I know my time is coming near
But not one of sadness or even pity
As from my life, I don't want to bring a tear.
Beginning my life was such an easy start
As all I did was to scream and cry
But now there is so much complication
When it becomes, my time to die.

Don't know where I will be living
Don't know if I will be at home
Don't know what time that it might accrue
But I do know, that I will be alone.
Will I need to buy a brand new suit
Will I need to have my hair redone
Will I need to wear a brand new pair of shoes
While knowing never again, will I see the sun.
Don't know yet were I will be buried
Don't know if I will use a preacher or a priest
But then maybe I might just be cremated
And before I go; I will just say peace.

Randy L. McClave