What am I afraid of; Hmmm
A spider, heights, spiral staircases
And strangers entering my home.
Yet what I fear the most is the my obituary,
Printed on a local paper, proving
That Murphy’s Law is accurate as ever,
And Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle,
Which could now perhaps stutter a little,
At pronouncing me as dead and gone.
While Newton’s third law holds true
On a newspaper, where just adjacent
To my short obituary, there is a picture
Of a new born, weighing 9 pounds,
In the near-perfect formula
Of epilogue cancelling out preamble.
