The Luxury Of Old Age... Poem by RIC BASTASA

i got four cars
and my wife complains
i only use one actually
and the rest
is just an impression of
useless luxury

i tell here
never mind
let these cars speak for
ourselves
for the envy of
neighbors

what is the use
of our money?
i brag arrogantly
with a pride
of a Baloney.

oh my dear,
i brag some more,
we are getting old
and the heirs
are there
wishing only one
last thing

and you know it
how people can
be so insensitive
and insensible
and we must brag
we are not sweating
out anymore
as here
at this stage
it is the money
that works for us
and not the other
way around

let them know
that we are so desperate
to give all these away

at the right time.

let us brag some
more
and you will know
what they wish
for us

(that we die
as early as possible
and then
they shall take
everything
while they bury
us
with all their
pleasure)