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.