The march to death

"Time for your bath", his mother yelled
From up the stairs, at little Johnny
Johnny, who hated his bath very much
Began the march on his dreaded journey

On his way up the stairs, he picked up a doll
And then a book and a truck and his old coat
He wore his coat and felt so smug
And picked up a few toys and then some more

As he heaved up the stairs with all his things
His mother looked and shook her head
"Take off your coat and drop your toys", she said
"You can only get in the bath fully naked"

In the bath, Johnny wondered why he accumulated
So many things when he knew
He couldn't keep anything on him in the end
Not even his favorite few

After thinking a while, Johnny chuckled to himself
As he looked back at what he'd done
"Well, I didn't dread my bath as much today
Sure, it was all pointless, but at least I had fun"

"The march to death" Written April 4th, 2021.