I'll really resent that life goes on when I’m not there,

I’ll want the world to mourn, not just by family or a friend

the deepest sorrow thus to share

when my life on this earth comes to an end

I want everything to mark this tragedy,

and cease, for one that meant so much

To mark the ending of this life, that’s me

Who passed and is now completely out of touch

It must be strange to not be around

No longer a part of everyone’s normal day

For me to change, from being, to no longer sight or sound

Just in the heart a memory, like on a loop, would play

It’s just a thought that crossed my mind

So often of those that went before

Those we’ve previously lost, then of me, I find

the idea of not being here, distressing all the more

Yes, I want a day of mourning on my behalf

The whole nation moved to shed a tear

all flags at half-mast and while,

no longer flesh and blood but just a photograph

I want it remembered that I was here

The memory of me causing everyone, though sad, to smile...

And maybe even laugh.