My funeral

The sky rumbles dark , ominous The rain gushes down in a torrent of mixed melancholy and nostalgy the white-haired priest drones on and on like an ancient tom-tom. the mother wails away mournfully While The father sits stoned on his seat. The small crowed in black bow their heads 'Utter respect'. I... asleep face pale indifferent of any other corpse For I am able to watch the proceedings from a far. thinking to myuself "Is this all there is to me?"