And what was the third thing?
Or did I just dream
A more multi-faceted philosophy.
After all, I graduated top of my class
Having learned about love and death
And maybe that other thing
Which I cannot now remember.
To be honest
I am dissatisfied with myself
Petty, fat, ungrateful, soon dead
And lightly mourned.
I planned a big hoe-down for when I died
Four white horses stately down Main Street
Obelisk and marble urns, wreaths and sobbing citizens.
But now I’d rather slip out unnoticed.
I’m not cynical, just that my mourners
Know they will end up in a cardboard box too
So they cry, tell stories about how lucky I was
To be their friend
Then eat canapés and leave before the speeches.
Unfortunately when you are gone
Your own philosophies
Get buried with you.
Love, death and
What was that other thing?
I can’t remember for the life of me.