Confronting Mortality

When thinking of writing your will, Though you may not be over the hill, You are forced to confront, If I may be so blunt, That some goals you may never fulfill. For a will means you cannot pretend That your life will not come to an end And your heirs might be sad But perhaps slightly glad That they’ll have some new money to spend. If you’re lucky, the will you submit Will, as years pass you by, merely sit, So you’ll even forget All about it and yet It will neaten things up when you split.