Did you ever notice, in 'funeral', the much smaller word, Fun?
If there was a funeral for me, who would 'from it' and who would 'to it' run?
At 64 I'm overdue perhaps; why should I any longer stick around?
In our big paper dictionary, many as young or younger than I have died, I've found.
I've no wish for a funeral; burn me to ashes and be DONE!
But IF I had a funeral, I'd wish it were a bit of fun........
for me at least, and hopefully for all those who might come.
But it's usual, I think, for funeral-attendees to seem a little glum.
If I knew I could NOT avoid..... a public showing in a casket,
I'd want a convex mirror mounted near my head, ... using tricks to mask it......
so I could see what was going on at my fun-final-farewell party, AND
to see who might show flowing tears, and who might show laughter, hearty.
Perhaps I'd see a sibling or two or three. I surely would hope not all four.
At least one (the oldest) , I think, would be practical and not attend; maybe more.
After all, why spend the money and time? They should all know me by now.
BUT I might understand, if they lived close by.....and if someone served free chow.
My ex-wives, if they had money, might show up well shoed and gloved,
and, if my wife saw my exes at my funeral, she'd be happy I'd been loved.
My stepdaughters might show up, thinking it the thing 'to do'.
And if their mom outlived me, they'd be closer to the money too.
I've got some old friends who'd wish me well, but I doubt they'd make the trip.
One cousin might show up; she and I were once 'glued-at-the-hip'.
My parents are long gone from this life; no funerals THEY had.
If I looked into my mirror and saw them not, I'd be neither glad nor sad.
My one and only child, if anyone, I'd hope to see in casket mirror.
I'd hope not to see her chuckling, but instead to see a tear.....
or two, but not many. She should know I'm satisfied to rest,
as I've taken my humanity course, and (I think) passed the test.
(February 2013)
this is really good with no exaggeration.and this is the kind of poems that absorb evry mind. first it reminded me the story of that movie A man of the moon.his funeral went on with laughing at the end. second for you i think its a little bit different.the people would laugh BUT WHILE the tears falling down on their cheeks. i wonder if we really need funeral.when death comes we will be dead.finished. wonderful and virtuoso ~nb
Nader, Thanks for your wordy and 'nicely-done' comment. Let me look at one of YOUR poems. : ) bri
Once passed a certain age we laugh and think of funerals as a social gathering place. to see people we haven't seen in ages and can never be sure of seeing them again. But when it comes to children we all have a soft spot for them. Very expressive poem. Yes we all think of our funeral!
Just this month, my stepdaughters objected to what I said about why they might show up at my Fun-show-fun-eral. Don't they has a sense of humor? ? ?
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to ALL READERS and commenters of my poem, PAST, PRESENT, or FUTURE. Special thanks for HONEST comments, whether pro or con or neutral. : ) bri edwards aka brian edward whitaker aka bri ;)
You're a surprising writer bri...your style is very humorous and straight to the point, love the way you pic each one according to their characters which many people like to be pretentious at funerals, you brought fun in funeral, another good one friend!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well, i should say that funeral is the last party for all of us, saying goodbye to all the people who we love and care about. also they come to say goodbye to us. (but at that time we can't open our mouth and say anything.) in our funeral we should be glad and laughing due to our good past, (if we really had one) and the other will cry to lose a great human, (again if we were a good person) . i think it will be a nice funeral. and about the last line, it's just perfect Bri, i really love the ending. (kinda collaboration) and at last, we all are going to that party, and at that time, (also my soul) will remind this brilliant work. will whisper it under soil and get rest. thanks for this great and impressive write dear. Your loyal friend Elias.
My Iranian friend who once was on PH and collaborated with me on a poem about a skunk. Wishing you well, Elias. bri : )