For which I lived I die and leave you this,
all I have is words, heart, and dust
in the grand scheme of things
I wish I wished for more
to leave you darling I hoped
had I did to be a  millionaire
or have great collections of silverware
and antique things
and all I got is
brute force words and
tarnished rings
sordid tales and dreams, which
I can't properly
bequeath to anyone
let alone a breathless
being