My Funeral

If I were at my funeral
I'm sure no one would come
They wouldn't take a moment
I'd be the only one

The preacher would be baffled
By rows of empty pews
No one to say the eulogy
No one to mourn the news

I've lived my life cut off
From members of the world
Never to emerge again
Except in written word

And maybe I'm a hermit
A recluse I've become
But if I had my funeral
I'd want someone to come

Maybe I'll invent someone
Pretend I have a friend
Imagine he will be there
With flowers in the end