Leaving

I left it all in the will, you said. You're not going to die, was my reply knowing full well dead is where we're all going to lie. Don't worry about tomorrow, you said it will be taken care of, dismissing a growing dread with a wave of your love. Now, in a nursing home you lie at $10,000 a month for your care. Using up all you own with a cry: there won't be a dime there. For your children, grandchildren and great. Well its all being spent away now leaving a poorer fate. Leaving only memories to laugh, and cry, and gab ... while Alzheimer's takes your love leaving the taxpayer the tab. For you may live to be one hundred in the horror of life's fate, and all the money in the world cannot predict the wait. I left it all in the will, you said but that was another day. You Did The Very Best In Life and thats all there is left to say.