Funeral or Memorial

If only we knew

We live maybe many, or only a few
Tis ours not to know, if only we knew

I woke up this morning, and started my day
With no way of knowing it would end, in this way
The coffee was brewing, and all seemed well
Until I had that tragic spell

My life, now over, gone in a flash
My time come, I'd done my dash.
We live maybe many, or only a few
Tis ours not to know, if only we knew

We'd change many things, of that I am sure
Don't wait for that heavenly knock at your door
Stress less, relax & smile a lot more
Enjoy life and laugh till your belly is sore
We live maybe many, or only a few
Tis ours not to know, if only we knew

Now as you sit there, perhaps with a tear in your eye
We knew this day was coming, so try not cry
Take heed of my words, 'cause it will happen to you
We live maybe many or only a few
Tis ours not to know, if only we knew
(c) Deborah Chaplin 2020

Don't cry for me

Don't cry for me I am not far

I am here and I walk in your shadow

When you need me I'll hold your hand and walk beside you

If you feel a light breeze on your cheek
it may well be me

Kissing you gently so don't brush it away

I loved you in life as you loved me

I'll love you in death

Don't cry for me

Smile as you remember me

Laugh out loud as you recall the silly things we shared

Laugh out loud remembering the fun

For I am not far

Don't cry for me

When you need me
call my name

I hear you everywhere

I feel you too

Remember my darling I am not far
(c) Deborah Chaplin 2010

Today is not a sad day

Today is not a sad day, oh no not for me

I lived a live of love, of joy, I was just me

When I walked among the living

I experienced much and relished in the giving

I took the time to smell the flowers

I appreciated all that surrounded me

So you see, I can say with all honesty

That today is not a sad day

Oh no, not for me

Because today is the day I was destined to be free

(c) Deborah Chaplin 2010

Funeral Blues
by W. H. Auden

Stop all the clocks,
Cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin,
let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message
He is Dead.

Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever:
I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one
,Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Last Will And Testament
by Max Scratchmann

I suppose, one day, I will be dead and go to meet my maker,
So have this note set in my hand, there for the undertaker,
Don't dress me in a shroud of white or rouge my cheeks all red,
It is not right, to look a fright, e'en though you're stone cold dead.
Give me a brand new five dollar note and a Visa credit card,
I want to buy a proper plot in old St Peter's yard,
And as I sit upon my cloud and look down at the earth,
I'll watch you use my worldly goods for festival and mirth,
And that will make me smile a smile,
and have a laugh quite hearty,
To hear you say, the bugger's dead,
Let's have ourselves a party.

Miss Me, But Let Me Go
by Christine Georgina Rossetti

When I come to the end of the road,
And the sun has set for me,
I want no rites in a gloom filled room
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – but not for long.
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that once we shared.
Miss me, but let me go.
For this is a journey we must all take,
And each must go alone.
It?s all part of the master plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart,
Go to the friends we know,
Laugh at all the things we used to do.
Miss me, but let me go.