My life is well documented on thin strips of paper usually thrown in a trash bin. My attachments are well preserved in a thin sheet of ice covering an overflowing trash bin. So when its time for taxes I thaw out the bin and re-record the trail of 20's and 40's 60's and 80's pulled from my account of time been in passing I shake my head and laugh at the time I spent trying to change the end to Tuck Everlasting Knowing now that when you tucked me in it was to say goodnight, not good-morning. A foreshadow that you would be passing and I would be lasting. I've crunched the numbers made the deductions and came out with a lengthy profit. Thanks to the money I've invested in being possessed, with the best intentions, paying attention to you So when I file my W-2's, I can do them with a smile knowing I never wasted a dime on you.