Mr. Death Declines My Soul
I've never lived much
I've always lived as such
Just verily getting by
Doing little and little I try
I never really fell in love
Never really soared to heights above
Just did whatever I had to do
Just did enough to get me through
No wife no children no pets allowed
No politics no religion views most mild
No right or left just in between
I was quite moderate in everything
Simple is is simple does
Nothing fancy new or with a buzz
No hobbies no luxuries no friends or cares
No lovers no fantasies upon my head full hair
No worries no responsibilities no debts I owed
No words of wisdom to anyone did I ever bestow
No laughter no tears no smiles or frowns
No charity no clarity no thoughts profound
Just safe and simple in my comfort zone
To myself my life was lived and own
And then one day I died alone and old
Not even Mr. Death noticed to take my soul
No Books of Life or Death had my name
In realms of earth or Heaven was my spirit proclaim
At last by chance killing a roach
Did Mr. Death upon my corpse approach
He checked his list and checked it twice
How could this body be void of life?
He called his minions
Their research had no opinions
He asked Above
They redirected with a shrug
He pulled out my wallet and read my name
Nothing nothing what a darn shame
If you lived so void of life
How can I delight?
In taking a spirit that never lived at all
Your soul is yours nothing for me to haul
For if you're not worthy enough to have lived
Then you're not worthy enough to be dead
He turns and collects the roach to take below
Mr. Death declines my soul.
Copyright © Fritz Purdum | Year Posted 2008
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