The Financial Plan

by | May 15, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

All that I own
Will be cut to the bone
When I reach my old age
And I’m put in a home.

And they’ll take away
All my assets to pay
Their exorbitant price
For my keep every day.

So, a sensible man,
Now I’ll spend what I can
And get rid of the cash
That I once used to stash.

I’ll have a good time
And enjoy what is mine,
To use as I choose
And to wine and to dine.

And the kids can make do
With the small residue
Which I’ll leave in my stead
For their use when I’m dead.


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