After My Decease
by Joshua Coffman
When I have said my last good-byes,
And close my eyes in death:
Yet one more chance have I to sing
A song, without my breath.
The words will ring with message loud,
To silence them I can’t
Behind the veil of death I’ll hear
My one last final rant.
What will I say? What will I sing?
A song of glorious mirth?
Or that of gloom? A song of shame?
Or gladdness of rebirth?
Will others mourn because I failed,
To think of them in life?
Will they rejoice because I’m dead,
No longer bringing strife?
What will they hear from me, the dead,
After my decease?
The truth be told, they’ll not hear much
They might not even weep.
My lines I’ll write, within this book
Of mortal life, so frail;
To those who live on after I
Have one last time set sail.