The Bequest Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

I went to see my friend today, she's dying and soon will
pass away,
She's looking tiny in that bed, can hardly breathe but
this she said,
"Don't wait for peaceful passing dear, with all your family gathered
near,
and curtains drawn to dim the light, and candles burning oh
so bright.
With hushed Ave Maria's said, by local priest, dear Father
Ted.
Those relatives you hardly know, inspecting what's left when
you go.
Sad eulogies about your worth and what you've given to
this earth,
Of how you were just much too young to stand with angels, sing
their song.
Forget all that…. I wish I had! .. and lived and died and not
been sad.
I wish I'd kicked my heels a bit, and been a rebel, kicked
up shit
I should have spent up my last dime, ‘cause now I'm gone -I won't
have time,
but here's a gift I give to you, do what I say not what
I do!
Go travel everywhere first class, economy can kiss
my arse
And if there's romance in the air, put on some ‘lippy' get
in there!
The kids don't need your hard saved cash, they'll only spend it on
more trash.
Go spend it on a night of love and I'll look down from
up above
I wish that friends had told me how, to save from being where I
am now."
And with that wish her last desire, she closed her eyes and
did expire
I gazed at her a while and thought, about the lesson she
had taught.
I looked around her room so bleak, thought of that trip to
Martinique,
that I had longed for all my life, but in my role as mother,
wife,
had pushed those dreams in to a drawer not thinking of them
any more.
Yet now I'm thinking I can't wait until the day it's much
too late.
So rushing home I'll grab a case and head off to my dreamed of
place,
and on the beach with glass in hand, I'll thank my friend for a life
not planned!