Eulogy

I wonder how my eulogy would be
Would it be sad, would it be glad
Would they sing my praises grand
Or furtively hum a happy song
In their sorrow fall where they stand
Or dance in a tizzy all day long

I wonder how my eulogy would be
When they all gather to bury me
Would I leave a gaping hole
Or would their life be as before
Would they have much to say
Or would they just give a blank stare

I wonder how my eulogy would be
And I wonder why it fascinates me
This morbid curiosity to hear what they'll say
When I'm long gone from this mould of clay
Am I in love with my own fame
Or do I wonder if they love me as I love them