is so untidy.

It sneaks up when you’re not ready.

Doesn’t give you a chance

to return the library books,

or cancel the milk.

It would be far better

if it could make an appointment,

give you time to finish what you’re doing.

I get that it’s inevitable,

that nobody escapes it.

Maybe you can evade it for a while,

but sooner or later

you know it will come,

the final item

on your bucket list.

Well, you’re hardly going to visit the Grand Canyon

afterwards, are you?

Much better to plan ahead,

make that list:

trip to the seaside,

world cruise,

book the crematorium.

Nice and neat,

well ordered,

only dying when you’ve finished living.