Leave all of your belongings,
your crisped cut jewelry,
there is no Tom Foolery
in the end.

Those hand bags too.
Your four inch shoe
Not a single thing to do
in the end.

Why dress her like that?
Her hair in those plats,
as a matter of fact,
what does it matter
if she's wearing a trend
in the end.

If the end is near
then today is worth trying.
If it's tomorrow you fear,
the carry on dying.

You must leave all belongings
Your clips of green
and trophy rings
the sound of how your loved one sings
No heir loom blanket
no sugar to lend
just you and that box.

The end