Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Poem for the Day - The Will

Seated they all
Twelve in number
All so calm and tall
Like Great Uncle they all could remember.

The will was opened
Ready to be read
Silent words were spoken
Futures were about to be said.

Anticipated they all
Confidence in receiving a share
They would all have a ball
None knew there’d be a tear.

The will had been read
Stunned in silence they all were
Not a penny even for bread
Went to the dozen here.

Silently in shame they all left
Pride shrunken to humility
None could have wept
Great Uncle’s will had nothing but simplicity.