Tear

No one will shed a tear for me
When at the end of life I cease to be,
For I was never lovable or kind,
A greater egotist you'd rarely find,
A selfish hedonist who never cared
How others felt or fared,
Without concern for family or friends,
I always satisfied my own particular ends,
Thus, did I lead a full and happy life,
Always avoiding problems,
Complications, strife,
Carried on as if there is no tomorrow
With disregard for difficulties, sorrow,
Lived in the pink - enjoyed with a zing,
Will die like a dog - but lived like a king.

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz