I Hope I Die Looking At The Sun Poem by john robson

Folks I know, are disappearing one by one.
They turn to gold in their autumn years
Wise on life's lessons
unable to avoid the inevitable.
Dignified they seem,
remembering,
folding and packing away the memories.
In the meantime
'Living for the now'.
Life's little pleasures,
smiles, laughs, story-telling,
kind words, nice cup of tea.

Timely winds of gentle destiny
will bend the tree
Then fall they, like the leaves of a sugar maple
on a sunny day.
Glorious, shining, slowly, downward drifting
Floating, falling, slumber.
Not without life, but not breathing
You will never be broken again.

Dig now, fill later, adverts state.
I'd rather not, thank you.
Bury me where I drop or don't,
I won't have a notion to care
The earth will welcome my body
Assimilating minerals to ore, flesh to insect feast.
molecules atoms and quarks
the great circle of life and all that,
nothing is wasted, earth, the ultimate recycler.

As the autumnal leaves rustle in remorseful
and grateful applause,
sobbing bereavement from loved ones and hoaxers.
The irreverent cries, and the silent sighs'
of relatives graveside calculating profit from loss

One day, those who lie will be old too.
An empty promise is more than just hollow
It creates a vacuum.
Avoid dishonesty and regret,
and the earth will welcome you warmly.