The Universe and Her, and I poem #152 written by Christopher Poindexter
I once had a garden filled with flowers
that grew only on dark thoughts
but they need constant attention
& one day I decided
I had better things to do.
“I’ve accomplished everything I wanted out of life, like way beyond my wildest dreams. Anything from here on is just icing. Seriously, if you find out that I died tomorrow, I’m fine. Don’t be sad for me, because I’m not sad. I died with a smile on my face.”