The adults stand around,
Incessantly nagging,
Claiming inheritance.

Hideous,
Drooling hounds,
Food in sight.

All of the young children
Run around and giggle,
Asking me to join in.

Innocent,
Small puppies,
Toys in mouth.

I guess this is goodbye.
I didn't know you well,
Though I can't say I tried.

So am I
A puppy
or a hound?

William Blake Beckett

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/coffin-confession/