Poem #83 of 365

Wouldn't you like to wake with your bed made up,
and your lawn mowed down,
and gas tank topped off,
wouldn't you like for it to just get done?

Wouldn't you like to never have a dish to clean,
and dog to feed, and a mother to phone,
a garden to tend, and a mouth to feed,
no job undone?

Wouldn't you like the chores all complete,
the taxes filed, the floormats neat,
a tub and no ring, welcome mat clean,
wouldn't you like no reason to wake?

Wouldn't you like to sleep in dreams,
never to rise, and have no suffering,
puff in the eyes, no air to breathe,
no water to drink, no life to live,
wouldn't you like to just be dead?

maybe, fool, you would rather just be dead.

copyright 2007 tammy melody gomez