Where’s the Punchline?

There could be so much more to my life
But all I can do is think about my death
I ask myself, “Am I prepared?” and there have been many days
I wished I’d forgotten to take my breath

Clutter free in 20-23
I wish this to be easy
When I die, spend no time sorting out my life
Or maybe doing so will teach you about your time…your time, this time, punchline

I wish all my affairs to be in order
I wish to be the antithesis of a hoarder
Shelves all neat and boxes to be so clearly labeled
Facts of life demystified and then marked “not fables”

This may sound like the start of a joke
But all I need is a lawyer, an accountant and a maid
To organize all my days
Who’s laughing now, maybe it is mirrors with some smoke
If you know any, please send them my way

A lawyer, an accountant and a maid walk into a bar
The bartender asks, “What’ll it be?”
They don’t hesitate, in unison they say, “The strongest stuff you got,
Sorting out this life is killing me.”

Written December 20, 2022
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