Funeral

If this was my funeral
Crying and wailing I want not
But rather pray for me
I have more bad deeds than good

If this was my funeral
You’d lament about how good I was
An angel. A nice man. A gem.
But now that I’m alive,
Say it to my face.

If this was my funeral
Some people would smile
And say good riddance
He was wicked. Impulsive. Arrogant.
But now that I’m alive
Say it to my face.

If this was funeral
Friends and relatives would be around
Lavishly spending to impress
the dead that has gone.
But now that I’m alive
Send me those money
Maybe I’d live longer.

©Ridwan Akinkunmi Ajagbe