A year has passed it's deadly course
Your friends and family sit with remorse
It's time to read what's left to them
Of all the wealth you couldn't spend

Your lawyer's filled with wit and greed
Begin at once your will to read
Sneaky smiles they cross their mouths

Happy people make their way
Through the world everyday
Sadden people they can't seem to find
Their way across that rejected line

I'm pushed along by uncaring hordes
They're always crawling moving towards
That pot of gold up in the sky
The one that seems to pass them by