Selfish

I do not cry at death for I am not a selfish man

I only grieve upon the things that may change by my own hand.

At birth I do rejoice and sing,

and make a merry specter

at death i do the same again

though I look like a defector.

I see no cause for tears to mourn

nor howls to pierce the night

or somber thoughts to fill my head

and keep me up till light.

All I see is an empty shell

buried as a treasure

and worth much more then you or I

could ever hope to measure.

Author's Note

Thoughts about a series of funerals my family was facing, and my lack of sorrow at each.

Reviews

[Dianah]

Interesting thoughts and well written. What is the point of faking emotion to please others? More like truthful than selfish.

[Phoenix]

This one is VERY good! It's a wise way to look at things, though I can't see it being as easy as this if you were very close to the person. And I don't quite understand why you called it selfish...Anyway, awesome job!