I think we will be smarter when we’re dead.
Obligations neatly folded in a drawer,
no eyes to watch Wheel of Fortune,
no property to shield from Jeopardy.  

No bruising fist can kill us – we’ll be dead!
The pressure in our chest will decompress.
Back on earth, our family will be a mess
but we’ll be surprised how fast they forget.  

No unpaid bills, no debts to collect.
Life’s albatross no longer wrings our neck.
Forgotten, all the good and bad we chased —
the pain of time and space will be erased.  

Love’s so much easier to find, saints say,
when everything else is taken away