Forgot To Die.

It's tedious. Isn't that super, extra clever of me?

I forgot to die today.

Though I knew that was the plan.

Felt more like naming some clovers.

Rather than wrap my mind round something so grand.

 

They seemed a bit bothered by me.

Not laying down to die as they said.

But those clovers wouldn't name themselves would they?

Who else would bother with that if I were dead?

 

There's a tall weed in my backyard now.

He’s decided he requires a good naming too.

Understand, I know I should just die.

But naming the weed was so important to do.

 

I'm sorry to make death pause, make Her wait.

I'm relatively certain she must have many plans.

But now those a*****e squirrels are back again.

One must answer to loftier demands.

 

One day I'll get around to passing away.

Could be tomorrow, or a month from now, perhaps?

Could be those squirrels need a good talking to.

I cannot allow my squirrel vigil to lapse.

I was meant to die today.

 

Now, I find, is simply not the proper time.

I'll get round to it when otherwise uninvolved. 

For now I must be selfish, you see, as this life remains mine.