To Die Laughing

Do You believe
You’ll meet your Maker?
I do.

I make
no apologies
for it.

Why would I?

As I grow
more wizened –
or is it
wisened? –

I’m beginning
to think
My Maker
will have
a small bone
to pick
with Me,

hidden
somewhere in
the huge pile
of gifts
He/She/They
will have piled up

to welcome Me
Home
in an avalanche of
adoration and joy,

as is
His/Her/Their
Way with Us.

One small bone …

“Why didn’t You
laugh more
at My jokes?

Especially the ones
I told
just for You?”

Message received.

I intend
to die laughing.

(Photo by Denis Agati; UnSplash)