His Own Obituary Poem by Phil Soar

He wrote his own Obituary
Before he passed away
He just needed to say the things
He'd always dreamed he'd say
So he wrote down all his feelings
And the thoughts about his past
About the people he had hated
And the friendships that might last
No sooner had he finished them
And before he went to bed
A Burglar broke into his house
And shot the old man dead
The burglar was arrested
A policeman found the old mans notes
And at the old mans funeral
He read what the old man wrote
The silence from the mourners
As the Policeman had begun
Was more than just a stifled breath
From almost everyone
The old mans brash opinions
Were dark and more than crass
He'd written that the people there
Could kiss the old mans ass!