Judgement Time

Judgement time

Earth turns it’s another Sunday morning
Shake off thoughts that put me to bed

Step on the cold tile and shiver
Turn the knob some hot water

Wash away my sins of yesterday

Reach for a cotton towel on the rack
Pat myself down turn around

Pick out my Funeral best
I want to look my sharpest on my big day

Hair just right whatever is left
Shine my shoes fix my pleats

Now I’m ready for
The funeral of my planning

Set like a picture looks like Scorsese
Flowers breath life into a dead room

Candles shine bright with organ music
Casket is lined with my living self

Can’t take it with me
What do I do I don’t know

Music begins the procession
I’m carried in held by 6 men

As I go by see many familiar faces
At the end of the aisle

They set me down
A high priest says it’s his last dance
Before he crosses the dark river