The Last Will Poem by Kevin Patrick II

The life that a man leads in his youth
Is a testament of an old mans last will
As he stairs down the debts of his bucket
Still nobody will be paying his bill

summer is short and autumn leaves wisdom
And Winter is the cruelest of seasons
The cold in your bones will soon take its toll
When your body is in the age of Treason


We hustle each day on a muzzle for status
But very few get to reach the top
Dreams for a mansion or a luxury jet
But once you start you can never stop


The game of life's rigged to favor the bold
And cheaters make the rules for us to play
If you are honest you won't be for long
The dogs that win the rat race get the day


The life that a man leads in his youth
Is a testament of an old mans last will