Remembrance After Death Is Short Lived Poem by Joshua Mccoy

They weep and sigh
The fakers began to fake cry
The music is stale, boring, and old
Recollection of memories and stories are told

I wanted a gold coffin
Got wood painted brown
God I really hate this cheap town
Everyone remembers me now
But everyone will soon move on
No one lives forever
Why stayed chained to the past?
A new love will replace my revered spot
And memories of me will no long last
And at the end of September
I will become a distant shadow from this town.