I'm Late

I didn't show on my day of death;
I decided to be a little late.

I desired to enjoy the day;
I wanted to catch the all I could.

There was a gal to kiss,
A flower to pick,
An ice cream to eat,
And grass to touch with bare feet.

There was a dog to pet,
Some sunshine to get,
A kite to fly,
and bread to bake (I like rye).

I was not trying to be rude;
I knew I would be late and make death wait;
There was much to see and do and read and say and pray...

I didn't show up on my day of death,
'cause there was so much life.