To Will or not to Will

My bones are creaking and my bed is squeaking Im one short of eighty nine Bosom friends come gather around me Lets crack some jokes and drink some wine Long lost relatives are looking me up Their eye on my wealth, damn they really suck I spend my days thinking what must I do I want to leave it to someone who is true There is a beggar on my street who wishes me well I think I could leave him some and make him swell Or the garbage man who comes knocking at my door Cleans my porch and the verandah floor Missionaries of charity, that’s where I will put some For the cause of orphaned kids, lost and lonesome Or to the church which I often visited Where I’ve left my prayers and alms distributed But to that crafty old woman who walked out on me I will leave my rusty ring on the tombstone in the cemetery