Something For My Tombstone by Connaire Kensit
Online - 15 September 2020
Something for my Tombstone
The mouldering bones that lie beneath this plot
Belonged to one whose motto was “Why not?”,
Who, like his forebears, would not have his peers
Dictate his tastes in clothes, or faiths, or beers,
Who never sought to shock or to dismay
Yet would not worry what the neighbours say:
Though slow those neighbours' lifestyles to condemn
He let them worry what he'd think of them,
Thus hoped to live free of dispute or grudge.
Did he succeed? That, reader, you must judge.
Connaire Kensit, 2015
Something For My Tombstone