An honest eulogy?
Posted: Fri Aug 30, 2019 8:07 pm
Death, like interviews after a football match
is a marsh of cliche and simile.
I scream silent in protest, yet when forced
drivel with the best of them,
'Wasn't it a kindness in the end,
but wasn't he as brave as a lion'
When I go, tell me as I was,
my wife knows.
Some meagre comfort on the funeral day
might be appreciated.
The biggest sin was always dishonesty
she hates lies, mine were always white
or whiteish.
I have eulogised others,
embellished them far beyond their worth
in vast swathes of whitewash,
and if I'm lucky enough to live longer
than all the other bastards I know
I'll sharpen the pen, and
from the pulpit
before God
I'll tell the truth.
For my children's sake
I hope I die before my wife!
is a marsh of cliche and simile.
I scream silent in protest, yet when forced
drivel with the best of them,
'Wasn't it a kindness in the end,
but wasn't he as brave as a lion'
When I go, tell me as I was,
my wife knows.
Some meagre comfort on the funeral day
might be appreciated.
The biggest sin was always dishonesty
she hates lies, mine were always white
or whiteish.
I have eulogised others,
embellished them far beyond their worth
in vast swathes of whitewash,
and if I'm lucky enough to live longer
than all the other bastards I know
I'll sharpen the pen, and
from the pulpit
before God
I'll tell the truth.
For my children's sake
I hope I die before my wife!