The varnished wood gleamed
As if to mock me it seemed
The end was here but I was not crying
No tears flowed from my closed eyes,
But I could see everything
The clothes, the people,
Flowing for me.
The casket lay open so they could see
And people saying, with tears in their eyes
"He's going to a better place"
From this hell on Earth
It didn't even matter that I had finished school,
Or got the highest degree
Today is the beginning of the end,
It's the end for me.
© Uwais Coetzee