Today I attended a funeral,
Quite contrary to my likes -
And wailing was everywhere
Filled the air like thunder!
The old man was no doubt popular
You could tell by the turn out!
Old and young had come
To give the man a final wave of bye!
There was this one lady -
An old lady in case I didn't mention.
Her face was full of distress,
I thought she thought I thought she thought
About her own send-off,
About whether she would manage
To bring a crowd that big,
We all worry about that.
She was standing at the cemetery,
Just like everybody else -
But she was on a spot that would
Tomorrow be her own grave!
Yours will be just the same
Will you have made enough friends
To come and give the final wave?
Think about that!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hello Kimani, I love this. It has a slight humourous sides to it. I have planned mine already. Thank you for sharing.