Arrangements

I must pick a color, flower, song

For when I’m laid to rest;

For those among the living

Think I’ll care for how I’m dressed.

The mournful need direction, and

To believe the dead are pleased;

They’ll make arrangements fitting,

So their consciences are eased.

“It was just as she wanted,”

Is what they’ll say with pride,

But I’ll pick which color, flower, song

Their pleasure would provide.

(From the first volume of A Loop Around The Sun. )