Just in Case

Just in case I forget,
I will leave a note in my desk drawer,
Just in case I don't see it there,
I will leave a reminder on my phone,
Just in case the phone dies down,
I will keep a note in my purse too,
In case I err and throw that away,
I will put a note on my fridge door,
Just in case I fail to see it,
I will put one on my mirror too.

Probably the task is worth forgetting,
Why take the trouble, just forget it,
But try as I may I cannot now,
It is etched deep in my mind.
Just in case I do not forget,
I will go complete the task.
But just in case I do forget,
I will be glad to do that too.

Days go by just mulling over,
What I did... what I did not,
I am beginning to wonder: why I am?
Is it to complete unfinished tasks?
Most important tasks, I do not defer,
I breathe, I eat, I sleep enough too,
Yet each breath comes, with the thought,
Some unfinished task will raise its head,
And chase me on to, God knows what.

Skeletons hanging in my cupboard,
Those cans of worms,
The corpses lying in my fridge,
Dust under my carpet,
Unanswered calls,
A broken tap,
Old cells and phones,
Broken toys, old under size clothes,
The camera roll, not developed for 10 years,
Pile of papers that came by mail,
A wall waiting for a classic art,
Few broken curtain clips to replace,
The chimney filter that leaks oil,
Loose saucepan handles, some even missing,
Non stick pans to be replaced,
Missing, rice, sugar, salt or spices,
Vegetables bought but never cooked,
A pack of sushi rice, never used,
Some door hinges, paints on the wall,
Some broken tiles,
Even flower pots keep breaking off,
The gazebo curtain all in shreds,
The fan which sing crazy song, when regulated at 2 or 3,
And at 5 it just blows the house off,
The drawers that need to be cleaned often,
The missing keys, The loft that is full.

The list goes on, it is endless.
The gift of breath from mother nature,
We have plans to fill each one,
With this and that and more and more,
We make and break and break and make,
And then one day we bequeath it all,
And leave the world to others who breathe.
Just the same, breaking and mending.

We mend the break, that is what we are,
We break and mend and mend and break,
We don't hunt any more. We don't wage any wars,
We get what we want and we mostly want what we get,
That is how the river flows,
The river of life is captured in,
The "To Do List" that goes on and on.