My Cremation

When they lay me out for viewing The dreams of others will begin pursuing, I know that many will be snooping about my house As quick and as silent as a louse, Someone might want this and another will ask for that And someone might find the cash underneath my mat, Then someone might check to see if my clothes will fit them And they won't even feel any sadness or grim, They don't come around or visit me while I am living They all know that my property I will not be freely giving, So, now they most likely will show up in my plight And there most likely will be an argument and a fight. When I am taken away by a hearse I know that my last words will be, "family is indeed the worse" They fume and they argue then they throw a fit If a deceased family member's property they don't get, At my passing I want a small celebration Then I want my body to be set to fire in a cremation, Then my ashes I want them sent to the wind Now no more hearts will I break or will I seek to mend, To my family and my friends I want no one to sin or forsake Because of my possessions that they might want to take, So, unto God I want all to give him their praise Then with my body I want my house and my belongings set ablaze. Randy L. McClave