Wouldn’t you like to be remembered
As a saint not a sinner, he asked
It was something to ponder, I replied
Walking away with the thought
Of my eulogy when health was still
My best pal with no sign of leaving me
Imagining my end as a quick death
Where no one had the chance to
Think of all the awful things I had done
Words unkind that fell from my mouth
The selfish acts, the mean spirited choices
Could I quickly reform myself before
An accident befell me and I died a sinner
Carefully I proceeded home, tailgating no one
Thanking the God of no particular faith
In my desperate attempt to try again
For the winner’s circle, the halo

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