Flowers on My Gravestone

I woke up one day
And realized
That my life had ended
I was petrified

I wasn’t alive
I was dead
And I saw
My friends crying at the foot of my bed

I really didn’t care
What most had to say
But a few
Were very special to me that day

Then I was carried off
To a graveyard somewhere
I hadn’t realized it
Until we were there

I knew I was gone
I accepted that fact
But the thing I had seen
Was that they cried behind my back

I didn’t mean much
To anybody
I mean what had I done
To earn love, you see

But that day
My friends actually cared
They thought I couldn’t hear
And that I was impaired

They whispered things
To my dead soul
And the lifted all the weight
I had no more toll

I was told that they liked me
That I was their friend
And that they promised
That I would be till their end

Each one by one
Said something to me
Every time nicer
Than previously

First was the least
Who didn’t know me that much
She really didn’t care
She just stayed for the lunch

The second was nicer
Just by a wee bit
But still at least
She was funeral fit

The third had been
My friend for a while
But now that I’m gone
She will not defile

The fourth I had known
Almost all my whole life
They were a good friend
But knew not of my strife


The fifth was alright
But a little unclean
She told me of all the times
That to her I was mean

The sixth I met
Not three years before
But still she was a great friend
Who I could not ignore

The seventh was so great
She was my best friend
She knew of my life
And will to her end

The eighth one really
Tugged on my heart
He told me that my dying
Pulled him apart

That he loved me
Entirely
Even though
He just didn’t see

It took my being gone
For them all to realize
What I meant to them
For their entire lives

If I hadn’t died
I wouldn’t have found
That they all liked me
And he was really sound

In the end
There wasn’t much that I could do
They had all moved on
And so I did too

All that was left
After my ending moan
Were a pair of wilted
Flowers on my gravestone