The Best Is Yet To Come

Stop trying to shed tears
I know your eyes are dry
Not that I blame you
If I was around when I died
Even I wouldn’t cry

Crusty old curmudgeon
Bad-tempered shrew
Is that what you called me?
If I had to describe myself
I would use those words too

I make no apologies
for making it so tough
I toiled for a lifetime
while you had it smooth
so learn to take the rough

I'll spare you the long speeches
And all those mournful tunes 
Break out the wine
Dance to merry music
And screen some funny cartoons

Now I’ve finally been laid to rest
But don’t say goodbye so fast
Tomorrow when my will 
is read, you’ll see
I’ve saved the best for last

© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved