How fast it is all over,
How soon relatives are sent
to the great beyond out there,
The monies left all get spent.
Left with only memories,
happy times and love;
thought of past times please
oneself more than a treasure trove.
Routine reality binds one to all,
no ungainly, unusual windfall
to generate shame and a downfall.
Rest enjoyed at home, not in any mall.
Good memories of my mom and dad
remain long after the cash has fled.
They will always make my heart glad,
long after any inheritance has been bled.