At My Funeral Comments

After my death No stillness filled the air, The Nation didn't pause Speechless with despair; No limousine procession Slowly snaked the road, Winding to the crowded hill And my last abode; No local politicians Recalled the City's loss No Abbot of the Diocese Softly kissed his Cross; No Mayor of the Village Called me Mankind's Friend, No speeches intoned over me Recalling Life at end; At my empty grave site Two weeping children stood, Summarizing all I'd done And all I ever would.