Gone Poem by kipsang kerich

so when I go.
thy'll sing. and cry.and lie-
that I- he- was a good man.
'we are sad at the demise
of such so wonderful a man.
lies, all i made, escorting me to the grave-
with undertaker's own.
It's a public show, of remorse not felt
they've probably come 'to show solidarity'
with my wife, they so long to inherit.
people won't say-
am gone, just gone forever.
sunshine and laughter no more,
tears, sorrows and lies
forever I bid you bye.