Trim my nails before I die.
My Maker would approve
of crossing t’s and dotting i’s.
The details much I love.
My bank account make ready,
each decimal in its place.
I want my money exactly recorded
before I meet Him face to face.
My garden”especially the dill and cumin”
ensure it’s green and tall.
I want to point to my little Eden
when asked about the Fall.
Provide the priest with written sermon
detailing all the works I’ve done.
I want my memory etched in memory
when all my praise is sung.
Bruce W. Speck
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