Last Night

Last night I watched that popular film "4 Weddingsand a Funeral"

And I heard, again,that gorgeous poem by W.H. Auden, called Stop all the clocks.

So I've copied and pasted the poem here for you to read, just in case you are unfamilar with this poem.

It makes emotion well up in me when I hear this poem and gets me wondering what I'd like to hear at my funeral, which believe me is the one thing thats guaranteed in this world we live in.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.