Final Request (Poetry)

I’ve been thinking about my funeral
and wondering if anyone will come.
Already there are too few left
who’d wish to be invited
far less sing or beat a mournful drum.

It makes me wonder if I’ll go
on my way unnoticed and unsung.
Maybe that is not such a bad thing
to slip away — no drama and no fuss
for who’ll notice one less face amongst life’s crush?

What reason, then, for anyone to grieve?
They do not miss me all the while I breathe
or remark how time is marching on.
So, best keep whatever service neatly short.
And no flowers please. I doubt a soul will come.