IN THE END

Ones passing says it all 
A brief pause to recall 
Your life summary written by others 
What you thought was accomplishments 
They call it blunders 

You dealt with life's struggles and pain 
You've tried not to ruin the family's name 
But in the end when your voice is silenced 
Only what the living say about you is retained 
After all, you are out of complaints

If you are lucky in death 
You may get flowers 
A short going home service 
But a repast that can last for hours

Especially if your life insurance 
Is paid in full 
Someone may shed a tear
And will be happy to say your name out loud 

Even though in life they resented you 
Your silence speaks volumes 
But there is nothing you can do 

You are now under deaths restraint
So you lay there eyes closed 
Six feet under
Unable to complain.

Wilford Barker.