Who is going to tend to
And manage your affairs
Once you’re six feet under
Will anyone still care?
Your jewelry, your tea cups
Your possessions every one
Who is going to get them
When it’s over, when it’s done?
Fighting over this and that
Who knows what they will do?
Will your kids fight and argue
Will they argue over you?
“She liked you best, no she didn’t
You were always her favorite”
What to do with everything
Even your gold bracelet?
Best to figure it out now
To avoid all the confusion
Take the time to label things
Talk it out, the best solution.
Bottom line, you’ll be gone
No longer there to referee
After all is said and done
You’ll be just a memory.
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This is laced with sadness and the inevitable truth in all our lives.
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Yes. Unfortunately, not one of us gets out alive. Our possessions are just STUFF! Families become divided over dishes, spoons and cups. Silly and sad!!!!! 😦
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Yes that’s the sad part
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I was also thinking the same thoughts. We’ll just be a memory. This is beautiful Patty!
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