Free to roam

When I was born
I was filthy,
I needed to be clean,
But people smiled and welcomed home

When I was dead,
I was clean and tidy,
I smelled like flowers
But people had their eyes stoned

I had a life too short
Scores of years countably, so
I grew on set of bones,
A pile of meat with tight skins,
Got love, got hatred,
Got lose with time.
Just when it was time to look back,
When it was time for salvation
The death came as a blow

I led my life in mystery;
A lot of things untold,
A lot of things undone,
A lot of places unseen,
I cremated myself into air,
Not to be born again
To set it free to roam
To see what I wanted to see
To say what I wanted to say
To do what I wanted to do