It’s Alive! It’s Alive!
“Do you ever hear a thing I say?
Are you even alive?!” sweet Wifey pled.
Sweet Wifey should never be ignored,
And I’ve wondered too if I might be dead.
After eighty, most memories fade:
Names, events, and things you’ve read.
And the thought occurs (if you think at all)
That, in fact, you could be dead.
In panic, I googled Google
For a definition of what life might be.
“Anything that eats, excretes, and
Reproduces is alive,” it promised me.
“Eats, excretes, and reproduces.”
The definition made me glad.
“Eats, excretes, and reproduces,”
Hey, Wifey, two outta three ain’t bad.