Poetry

The Financial Plan

By 15th May 2011December 9th, 2019No 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.

Andrew Diamond

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