My Farewell Ceremony

Men in clean black suits,
With neatly tied bow-ties.
Women in straight black dresses,
With expensive silky scarves.

All standing before me in neat rows,
Trying to find out a sensible cause.
Powerful odours diffusing in the atmosphere,
With cries and sighs that to me were not very clear.

Freshly cut red roses around a wooden box,
And a few daffodils all the way across.
A cold weak breeze blowing by,
And all was still ad I lied.

A couple good, kind words here and there,
As if they all suddenly started to care,
Tears of grief and others of regret,
But how could I ever forget?

They never saw who I really were,
And now they simply want to me to forgive their,
Their unfaithful conscious,
That treated me with lack of kindness.

Now I am in real safety,
Passed away but not feeling guilty,
With a clean and pure inside,
And an innocent smile of acceptance on the outside!