Looking from my coffin as we travel so slow <br />Look at them crying what do they know <br />I am happy in here it cosy you know <br />Middle of winter streets covered in snow <br /> <br />Listen to the preacher face so grim <br />What dose he know I never knew him <br />A good man he said as if singing a song <br />O preacher man we all do wrong <br /> <br />Look at the mourners most I don’t know <br />All dressed up nowhere to go <br />Faces froze like ice and snow <br />Well I can tell them I am happy in here <br />Can’t Waite for the wake and the pouring of beer <br /> <br />Look at Aunt Mary bible in hand <br />There is a woman I can’t stand <br />She is as holey as holey as thou <br />Me I think she’s a moody old <br /> <br />Look at the flowers must cost a lot <br />Give them a week they will be forgot <br />Just like me they care not <br />Give it a year I will be forgot <br /> <br />So take your time as we move from the church <br />Why was I their for religion I don’t care much <br />It’s what they wanted just in case <br />There is a god who made this place <br /> <br />Well can I tell you its cosy in here <br />Dry your eyes wipe your tears <br />I am on a journey to don’t know were <br />I will send a message when I get there <br /> <br /> Take hold of the rope lower me down <br />I still have hope take off that frown <br />Hey what happened lights gone down <br />Well take it I am now under ground<br /><br />john mc cudden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/not-dead-yet/
