I saw my own funeral
Don't you believe it?
Yes indeed, it was my funeral
How can it be? You would ask.
But it was in a dream, I saw my own funeral
At the parlour of a grand hotel
With mournful faces of relatives I knew not
Indeed I was old, I guess
That's the way how God's telling me of my age
At a ripe age, indeed.
And I wasn't afraid.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are giving a chance to see who respect n love you truly till the end of life. But since it just a dream, this is a chance to celebrate their loves while we are breathing... Its nothing but to tell you are loved n cared by many
Dear Unwritten soul, Indeed I dreamed my own Funeral..I should say God works in Mysterious ways.
I agree..love and be loved..Thanks.