Please dress me in my three-piece midnight black
To suit me for this funereal occasion;
It’s apt to bury for it shows the lack
Of colour from my life’s bright inclinations.
So knot a fine bow tie to flaunt my tastes
The yellow one adorned with red carnations
But do not cross my arms or fingers lace,
I’ll not go in a stance of supplication.
On coffin’s silk please place near my right hand
All memories of my childhood and my children
And at my left the greatest dreams I planned
Achieved or not, they formed my apperception.
The volume of love’s plague and grief won’t fit;
Good riddance then, I’m finally free of it.