WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS POEM

WHAT SHOULD I CALL THIS POEM?

My life is useless

but words are priceless

im good for nothing

but bad for something

I played it safe

And much Ive gained

others left early, but I remained

I take no risk

So I cant lose

I really don't care

the dice I choose

Im waiting for, and don't know what

the clock is ticking, little time I've got

A POEM FOR MY DEATH
 (In the event of my demise)

Let no soul sing on my death day

let no crowds ring to gather farewells

let no tears fall like drops of rain

as I lay down, six feet underground.

Please no fancy words from worn out mouths

except this poem for death my spouse

remember me not for words unsaid

rejoice ahead over many poems I've read.
And if I never make it to published books
I might lift one soul who takes a look
I came, I saw, I wrote it down
I conquered fear without a frown.

Don't cry for me-the useless life flown by
yet let my poems live on and never die
oh count me not for earthly prosperity
but measure my words with great severity
And as I lay down to rest in peace
may my poems of wisdom never cease.

(Inspired)
27th January 2013