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.