Funeral Hymn Poem by Alan Sandham

Think of me when I am gone and no longer mangling rhymes,
Think of me in your happy times,
Think of me when you down tools on your farms
And settle into your armchairs' arms,
Think of me when the machines are still
And the hangover's gone and you realise you're no longer feeling ill,
Think of me over cakes and tea
When the tea-o'clock bell chimes,
Think of me when you're feeling free
And you have got away with your crimes,
Think of me when you're leaving school
And you're with your pals and you're total cool!
Think of me when the baby smiles,
And the puppy wags itself for miles,
And the cat luxurates and purrs,
And the cocktail comes and its tinkle stirs your heart.
That's just a start.
And you can wrangle your own rhymes,
And relax into happy times,
And know there's nothing wrong,
And think of me when I'm gone.