There is a message somewhere written
Etched in the annals of time
In that message a list of names
And on that list is mine
Would rather you not assemble
In some quaint house of prayer
Instead go on your daily way
As if I were still there
And recollect some thoughts of me
Whatever comes to mind
Then sing that song to my memory
When..at last...it comes..my time
James B. Earley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-analysis/
