…and when I die, I keep on living

for sure someday I’ll go

to be seen and heard by none no more

but deeply I remain etched in memories different

for pernicious deeds and yet some acts virtuous

and round my last house shall line the feet

and the sighs from above them

shall blow puny breezes to dry my sweat

some shall say ‘He lieth here, the sage

one out of them all, standing out apart

a go-getter, and indeed a good one.’

Others in a façade shall a tear drop on me

yet, in thought revel and reflect…

‘there goes the ass, the drone, the wimp

one with heart full of ire’

and yet these ones shall a tear drop on me

Some shall say still who knew me not

‘there goes a smart lad, a good genie if there be one’

they’ll laud and sing to me of praise if just to be among

for to speak ill of the dead is ill placed

of these all, which is more I know not

not that for any I care

as my life I live my way

with thoughts of only me, myself and I;

and then God

the Globe they say is of much more water than earth

enough for all to swim if they feel I err

but when I go, I’ll keep on living

and that’s why, this I fashion

as a memoir for those who care to reflect

I know I’ll go, so set I am, prepared

but alas, my soul to take by self I cannot

my soul is willing but the flesh is weak

the flesh which house my soul is unwilling to release yet

that’s why I fret when I think he comes; my last caller

but I know when at last he comes, the I inside of me

shall revel in ascending, for behind

I know I leave relics of my life the way I lived

so this I say ere I leave;

when my exeunt shall come after my part is played

let no man a tear drop for me on me

for they come forth not genuine

like that of the swimming carnivorous log

let my passing be of an epistle to be read by all

to follow as a beacon in the deep dark wood called life

tell those yet to come how my life I lived

a niche I did carve from a stoic stubbornness

minding not the thoughts of man save

for me, myself and I, and Him who made me so.

so this again I say ere I leave

when my bow I shall take for my curtain call the last

let it be ushered with ovation for the protagonist