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!