how will i be remembered
will it be a doleful cheer
will they stand around a roaring fire
and salud with Danish beer
how are they going to remember me
with a smile or with a curse
they've seen the best years of my life
and they've seen me at my worst
how are they going to remember me
i suppose it doesn't matter at all
even if they think ill of me
it's better than not being thought of at all
how will they remember me
when i meet my final day
i hope they remember my favourite Zappa song...
Watermelon In Easter Hay
i hope to be remembered
with a sad/happy wistful smile
a bottle of Jameson and half a dozen Stella's
and send me off in style
i have no wish to buried
complete and whole in the ground
just chuck my ashes in a biccy tin
if you want to keep me around
cause you know i'll come back to haunt you
oh precious family of mine
you will have your earthly world
but i will have all the time
:)
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She looked at her son. He was a man now really. Moments came when she saw glimpses of the boy he once was but rarely and they were snatched by her when he didn't know that he was being scrutinised by someone trying to make sense of who this person was, what he would become.
By Rachel Deeming4 days ago in Fiction
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I will come back to haunt my family too as they only think ill of me, when is nothing evil in me and all evil comes from them. Great poem!