On Death & Endearments

Gentlemen, please rise

In light of why we’re gathered here tonight

This is it, though I’m shit with goodbyes

Suffice to say that I haven’t much time


So how I chose & choose

To make use of this life allotted me

Well you few know & knew

& each played to me begrudging accessory


So I should think it wise

In debt to your unseemly sacrifice

To see that when I die

None of my sordid scenes come to light


For me, I see no need

To catalogue what deeds I may have done

If we’re all agreed to keep

These terms of my demise unclarified


History, She will surely forgive me

& history, She will think of me fondly


Time was I

Had half a mind to just apologize

In days less dignified

Before I knew what to and not to do


& sure, of course

There’s shame in certain things I may have done

But shame is not remorse

& pandering’s the one thing even I can’t afford


Measure me in grief

Survived in score by prideful progeny

& I, though sometimes weak

Still shudder to speak these secrets we keep


For their sake, let me stay

Ostensibly this saint I seemed to be

For now, my nose is clean

So bury these peculiarities with me


History, She will surely forgive me

& history, She will scarcely forget me


So no tearful goodbyes

In light of why we’re gathered here tonight

To you whom I confide

Suffice to say, well I haven’t much time