Fuss and bother

Fuss and bother

We’re all going to die
Some day
So
What’s the fuss and bother
That’s what we do
We’ve all seen a funeral
Or two
I’ve been to many and enjoyed
The later come together
At a local restaurant
The memories and laughter
Relief in celebration
We’re the ones not dead
And
Someone else is paying the “bill”
Even better if left in the will
Still
All fuss and bother
Fear and dread 

Some of us
Run in panic to confess our sins
Thinking we’ll live longer
Pure and innocent
Wasting moments of sinful pleasures
That won’t do us in
After all
Doubt and religiosity
Puppets on a string 

I wonder
Has anyone cracked the mystery
Of
The Holy Trinity
We need to understand
These things
Are not in our hands
Not for us to know

 Live
Drop dead
Go with the flow
And whether you like it
Or
Like it not
It’s going to happen
So
What’s the fuss and bother
They’ve all done “it”
For a million years and more
Those who came before
Better life’s joys and pleasures
And
As for the rest
Best
Not to give a shit
About “it”