Epitaph of a Rainbow Prism

When I started writing this, I thought it might be the one thing I'd like someone to read for me at my wake. Although I do still like the idea of having my uncremated and unembalmed body left atop Mt. Feake for the Vultures.  (And I am planning to live on a good while yet)
Lots of good bird watching at Mt Feake, especially near dusk.
Red Tail Hawks, Great Horned Owls, Rabbits, I digress.


Epitaph of a Rainbow Prism

Perhaps some child
  Born today
Shall find my witty words,
  And say
"These teachings spare, how,
  In their way,
Impart us lessons, of the
  Snares and traps
That may impress us
  On our path"

Though on those trails
  I had times been,
And chronicled what
  I have seen,
The views, from which, have
  Made me cry,
Or taught me fatuously
  I can laugh!
Stumbling down the
  Rough enlightened paths,

And I have worn suits!
  Both gay and gray,
While hoarding sweet
  Love’s paraffin,
But so much more wasted
  The sacred candlelight
That measures out the trifling
   Strife of day

So heed my words, my
  Parvenu,
I lusted, that
  May I beget,
But kept no rooms
  For loves regrets,
I was a moment, the
  Rainbow sunlight, bright,
I was radiance,
  A dewdrop prism,
Of the burning, as
  My candle days
Ebbed
  To the waxing night