While I’m still compos mentis,
In full possession of my wits,
It’s time to write a will (or have it written).
What a dreary thought it is
That I won’t live forever,
Nor be in tight control, as now I fool myself.
Disposing of my assets
(And also of my debts)
Appears so metaphorical .
. .
I wish it were as easy
To dispose of sins and merits
In an equitable fashion
As it is to leave the house,
The car, the mortgage,
Credit card accounts, cats.
©2003 John I. Blair