THE WILL:

He´s buried, he´s gone & now the will is read,

Heads bent in respect, for the departed & dead,

The family´s now garbed in vulture´s wept weeds,

Hoping, praying & all pleading their dire sad needs.

Pince-nez shining, upon lawyer´s arrogant long beak,

Family, all quietly sweating, waiting for him to speak,

And then the cruel words were spoken, so very stern,

Most of them then wished that in hell, he would burn.

The house, the furniture, the books, the cars & the land,

Given away, donated, all with wave of pen in dying hand,

To cat’s homes, dog shelters & to those many in real need,

Zilch, nothing left to kith & kin & their sorry grasping greed.

Dead man now gone, forgotten in life & abandoned alone,

In life, nobody ever phoned, called, nor a visit to his home,

They, all forgetting childhood memories & all that he gave,

They now walk away empty handed & he smiles in his grave.