Upon My Death Poem by Luke Easter

Upon my death, I do not want a gathering,
Of distant relatives, close family and friends,
I came into this world alone with no fanfare,
And that's exactly how it is going to end.

Not that I'm unappreciative or anti-social,
But I will not be around for the affair,
To me there are many numerous ways,
That others can show how much they care.

Volunteer at the City Mission or a center for the abused,
Whatever the action is let that time be put to better use,
Instead of missing work, donate your pay check instead,
Thank God for your own blessings before you go to bed.

Make it mystery novel leave out the final chapter of the book,
Act accordingly so over your shoulder you won't have to look,
If there are any broken fences take time and attempt to mend,
Be righteous in your daily walk so we'll see one another again.

Way too much time, money, effort and inconvenience,
I can't call my union rep and file any type of grievance,
In my view much is wasted on a repass or funeral procession,
Use it seeking God if you need to make any kind of confession.

An inexpensive cremation because I've always liked it hot,
No need to put my body in a casket to lie around and rot,
Take my ashes, spreading them out, when there is a breeze,
So I can be free and travel about, like fallen autumn leaves.

From the shore cast my remains so that I may surf Lake Erie's waves,
Until the 2nd Coming of Christ Jesus and the inevitable Judgment Day,
Or the desert where I may disappear within the trillion grains of sand,
I'll never again have to be weary of any unscrupulous woman or man.

For sure as I am now gone, one day you will be too,
St. Peter will open his gate, saying "come on through, "
That's when we will celebrate, with eternal joy it will last,
Not for a brief period on earth, commemorating my past.

My body's old and broken down but I'll always have a smile,
Signs are everywhere the end is almost here, just a little while,
Don't let delayed kindness find you saying, "I wanted to but how? "
Call, write a letter, send an email, the time to appreciate is now.

So, whether you pass away from this or die due to that,
Funerals? Most wish it was somewhere else they were at,
There are only two options, cremation or a shallow grave,
The main thing is I accepted Christ and my soul is saved.

Or donate my body to science, it's funny as they try to figure out why,
How many live to be one hundred while others only days old will die,
There'll never be one answer as different doctors & theories will say,
Undetected genetics might point to an entirely new discovery one day.

Maybe ship my lifeless body off to some medical school,
Whereas, future doctors can use me as a learning tool,
Using my cadaver to hone and sharpen their surgical skills,
Don't put me on display in a place like the House of Wills.

My departure is by no means a journey that should be sad,
Just take a look at all the wonderful friends & family I had,
Those behind still have to deal with the selfishness of earth,
Time waits for no one spend it for the joy it should be worth.

Neither waste time via a memorial service just like no wake,
I want no condolences from people whom I know to be fake,
Do not allow the phonies who cursed me under their breath,
To be by those who really cared about me, "Upon My Death."