Never Die

In the back of my mind,

I harbored this little fear

as I heeded the call to clean,

that when I finished, I would die.

You know the tales.

“She cleaned all her kitchen cupboards

And that night she died in her sleep.”

When I mentioned this about my cousin’s wife,

Phoebe, her life-long friend scowled,

“Pshaw, she was having literary club,

That’s why she cleaned her kitchen cupboards.”

What?  She had no premonition?

Don’t blame me,

I heard it from a reliable source.

Still, as I neared the end of my cleaning quest,

it loomed larger and larger in my thoughts

. . . .until I opened up a sloppy closet

and a few drawers that somehow got messy,

then it dawned on me

that if I wait to die

until I get everything in order,

I will never die.

E-ow-ee.