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!