Tagged

Admired some artwork on somebody’s walls And noticed that tags were attached. I thought that the gallery’d left on the price, But an answer was quickly dispatched. No, those paintings have claimants, so after we’re gone, Our grandchildren know what they’re getting. They’ve made their selections so no one will fight – On that outcome, at least, we are betting. Though I like the idea and have heard it before, I had never seen tags on display And I’d worry that each day I didn’t drop dead, All my grandkids would mourn the delay. So perhaps if their choices were part of a will Or were logged in a ledger or binder, Then mortality’d keep himself hidden from view And that art wouldn’t be a reminder.