What You Reap Poem by Brian Kilpatrick

The coffin closes
The works almost done
I am dressed powdered and pampered
I have gone for my last run

I am on display now like a chap suit
My old friends Look at me
With a twisted smile
The old son of a gun
He has  run his last mile

A few pray
The ones that remember how to
A few stay
Longer than I would have
Thought or liked them to
A Hail Mary
I don't believe it from him
That sure was   nice

Some of these people
The way the are carrying on
He could have waited at least 
Until I was all the way gone
That is so sad if I get a chance 
I am going to haunt him real bad 

There is a lot of talk
Some say you never can tell
What do you think for him
heaven or hell 

Someone says for sure
He will fit in wherever he goes
But remember what he would always say
What you reap you must have sewed 
Have a wonderful blessed day