Jokes in the Cemetery
When I’m gone,
what will remain of me?
Will I stay as a stone
among a thousand on a hill?
Will I have a grand tomb
for future souls to visit?
Will me name, carved in rock,
so slowly fade away–
or will it stay?
Will I sleep in a bed six feet under,
or is there a better way to go?
Will I become ashes on a beach
riding the currents to paradise?
Will I become the nutrients of a tree
that grows to last centuries?
Will I donate my body to science
and give life to so many
that are still holding on?
That’s the difference between life and death
because while life goes on,
death can wait for another day.
My time is now, in these laughs,
these jokes in the cemetery–
And I know
that I’m living like I’m here to stay.