When you write my eulogy
Don't tell the people lies;
Tell of my complexities,
My virtues,
My sins;
Tell of my soberness,
My fight with insanity.
Tell the people
Of my confusion,
My quest for clarity
Though I embraced Him.
Tell how my love for humanity
Contrasted with my hate for injustice;
Let them smell my beloved patchouli
Who I betrayed for cannabis.
Open the temple of my heart
And let them see
The angels dancing,
Dancing to the tunes of the psalmist;
Let them see the Savior's
Outstretched hands,
How I kiss His feet.
Let them see His eyes blazing.
When you write my eulogy
Tell the people of my acquaintance
With politicians;
How it hurts like leprosy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I was surfing through my inbox and found a message from you from last year - so I figured I'd check your poems. I adore the type of writing you use here. It's well woven. Good job :)