His Epitaph (1992)

By my grave they all stood,
As per post, they did brood;

My parents alone in pain –
I didn’t wish so, but in vain;

She who I loved yet declared not,
Ah, a tear! I know not her thought;

Ahoy lads! How well you do look,
Surely, you count the time I took;

Pity I couldn’t extend my charade
Of crazy tease, mirth and hopeful cheer;

But move on, wash not the broken clay,
You who stood by my grave. Or did they?