Poetry By Chuck



I'm not a great man nor will I ever be.
Large crowds will not gather at my grave.
If they do, it will not be for me.
I'll never do anything of great note.
So don't bother me.

No soldiers will raise my coffin high.
Nor will bagpipes play a screeching good by.
No commands will be given nor salute raised.
Nor will people remember my life or my grave.

My enemies will however gather with huge grins.
The priest wont utter a word nor prayer raise.
The honored guests will all just stay away.
Probably on drugs or drinking their short lives away.

So now without a word dirt will be tossed.
Plinking on my coffin lid as inside I toss.
Without Amazing Grace and no one to save.
I'll deteriorate into dust inside this grave.

At Ronald Reagan's funeral I cried.
Such a great man died while I was still alive.
So many great men died while I was alive.
For each of them I cried.

I would have given all my time.
To buy them more with us.
Just a few minutes with us.
But, my life was not worth even that much.

I'm going to miss rain, spring and fall.
And my daughter... most of all.

I have so sorely missed my wife.
And her gentleness,
That used to light my life.

Now its time to fade away.
As one old soldier did say.

Time for night

All alone.

Author notes

How will you write your final words?
Written June 11th, 2004


  • Touchof1der Moderators member
    July 6, 2004
    I've chosen to be cremated. The very thought of having people parade past my dead, lifeless body just creeps me out way too much and that is not the image of me that I want to leave in the minds of those who matter to me. I want to be remembered for my life and my love because love is the only real legacy we leave behind anyway. How you and I treat people is the most continuing influence we will ever leave on earth. I have no desire for flowers once I am gone...I cannot appreciate their beauty, the gesture or even their scent once I am gone. I would much rather be shown love now while I can reciprocate and enjoy it. This was very beautiful Chuck. Thank you for sharing!
    Edited on Jul 06, 11:30 because ''.

  • kvwriter silver member
    June 21, 2004 
    Chuck, you know, it's not what matters on this side of the fence, but rather what matters on the other. I believe we'll find something and someone far beyond what we can possibly conceive when we exhale our last breath here. No man is greater or lesser than another. It's all a matter of human perception. Hard to get past that. Everything counts. Every little things matters. Even a fragment of time spent putting a moth out of doors instead of killing it. Really. It all matters. We perceive great in the strangest ways, when, really, the perception is so completely wrong. Does any of this make sense? I hope so. I, for one, will cry when you die, and will miss you incredibly, whether you know that or not, here that is . . . --Your friend, Kelly-- 

  • queen silver member
    June 13, 2004
    I have thought about this very question a lot. I wrote a poem called Please don't wear black. I liked this one very much. I think people will be very sad when you leave this earth.    Queen

  • Fool no1
    June 12, 2004

  • Chuck Johnson silver member
    June 12, 2004
    Funerals like that happen every day. John and Jane Doe are laid to rest all over the world without a word being said.
  • O24376589
    June 12, 2004
    Sad how you wrote it, I can imagine that a funeral like that would be great to be in, though if I was in one I wouldn't know it, I'd be dead... lol. you still have time to make somethin of yourself man, don't belittle that either. And you have a good question, I don't know how I'd write my final words, 'n' I hope I don't have to any time soon.
    Awesoem poem.


  • cherche -d -ame gold member
    June 12, 2004
    Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, better than moi as I will not even have a funeral ( chose cremation ) and if nothing great I will achieve whist still here....in the words of Arnold "I'll be backkkkkk" I did enjoy the read though and in between the lines seemed to really detect alot of sadness 

  • FlawedDestiny
    June 11, 2004
    This is an interesting take on a goodbye. I think mine would be far more cynical. Or maybe that's just my mood. This reminded me of that song "Seasons in the Sun" LMAO. but this is good.