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.
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