not invited

I rocked up to my funeral

and no-one seemed to notice.

They were a bit sad of course

but the food and drink were a bonus.

No-one was really listening

or at least not in the right way.

They all thought I was gone forever

and that this was the first day.

But I was there all right

I was inside every one, 

Under their smiles, inside their tears,

my death had not yet begun.

Will someone let me know

when I actually die?

I'll get out of your way then

because now it's your turn to try.