The purging of a life
Is not such an easy thing
Lots of loose ends hanging
Waiting to be snipped
Physical and emotional strings
Some bills over here
Some unfinished letter there
Things that were meant to be done
Left halfway
By the originator
Now in the ground
A family tree project
Started in good faith
Names, dates, details
Scribbled on the worksheets
Now probably never to be finished
But put in the 'save' pile
Just in case some son or daughter wants to
A list of accounts and passwords
Everyone has one
Unless you are Rainman
Which is possible
And no offense
Which accounts to keep?
The widow doesn't know
Will she ever Ebay again?
I can't advise her
I had to show her how to use email
Earlier today
And so does it go
Most of it, his things he liked to keep track of:
His hobbies
His accounts
His lists
His toy trains
Loved since he was a boy
Sitting in their special room
Grandpa's special toys
They will gather dust in his absence
His Accounts
Kept to the penny
Going back 50 years
He knew where he'd been
And had a plan of where to go
The money was placed just so
Lists of assets and liabilities
Collections in the basement
Things owned in the past
Dates purchased and sold
Approximate values
Based on what, I do not know
The flim flam and snippets of a life
Left behind
For whom I wonder?
The historians?
He wasn't famous for anything
History will forget him soon enough
Eventually everything is gone through
Some things thrown away
Some things given away
Two small boxes are all that are left
To be tucked under a widow's bed
For looking at
On those long winter nights
When she weeps
And wants to remember
That beautiful man that she wed
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