At My Funeral Poem by Ted Middleton
At My Funeral
When my funeral came about
A gathered throng so sad, turned out
My family too, who loved me so
Mourned the fact I'd had to go
Five hundred friends and maybe more
Filled the church out past the door
They too wept at my demise
And no one there had two dry eyes
The Minister spoke in solemn prayer
As did our decked out much loved Mayor
My local member's words did ring
The Governor General did his thing
Our countries leaders standing there
All shed a tear the throng could share
While sympathizers all around
Stood ashen faced without a sound
Many spoke fond words of me
They'd not forget me I could see
It seemed a dream and that's becos'
When I awoke - that's what it was!
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After my death No stillness filled the air, The Nation didn't pause Speechless with despair; No limousine procession Slowly snaked the road, Winding to the crowded hill And my last abode; No local politicians Recalled the City's loss No Abbot of the Diocese Softly kissed his Cross; No Mayor of the Village Called me Mankind's Friend, No speeches intoned over me Recalling Life at end; At my empty grave site Two weeping children stood, Summarizing all I'd done And all I ever would.