At my funeral

How do you feel today?
Is the world your oyster
or is your life dismay
Or are you looking at it from both sides
Smiling and suffering equally each day

I lived my life on all sides of the equation
but happiness is never something that wants to stay
And yet I smile and push myself on
what other choice do I have
My life's not the important one
Its the ones who remember me who have that say

The feeling of growing older is creeping in
and I start thinking about my life cataloging every sin
So that if I'm wrong and the rapture comes
I can stand and smile and say
I lived my life for everyone else
I left everyone proud and no trace of a cloud
On my funeral day