And When I Am Gone

A friend today was talking to me

Noting the dishonorable way of some in society

Didn’t have much confidence in people nowadays

Worthless acquaintances not worthy of praise

Her friends she said never stop by or call

Even when ill she saw none at all

None of her co-workers with whom she would smile

Interested enough to come by for a while

And so she said she wanted that she

May haunt these so called friends should she meet her mortality

God she said she had asked when her life ends

Only to return to haunt these so called friends

Not for long, before Heaven, at her funeral she would say

Eff I could, I want to get in each face and ask “Wha you doin’ hay!”