This life is but a fleeting story
Hands of death end our glory
One day we must go away
Short it be or long a stay
As sudden as a door chime
Death may come any time
Prepare then we must to depart
But before our heavens fall apart
Let’s not leave our kin confused
Unsure, puzzled and bemused
About assets and money we may owe
And transactions only we may know
Files, bills and documents of lease
Records, passwords, codes and keys
So a memo we must write
In words black and white
A will also we should jot down
Of the wealth we leave around
So that they know what to expect
And carry on from where we left!
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