Mine to Give

Upon my death
my worldly goods
I give
to those who held me
dear
Who held my hands
when I was ill
carried me as I stumble
held me as I tremble
against my illness

My worldly goods
I do bestow
To those who loved
me at my worst
who kissed my brows
as I frowned
sat with me
as I moaned
unhappily about my life
shedding tears

But I have nothing to give
Just my thoughts
my dreams
my heartaches and pain
through my poems
my writings
If they want those
they are theirs to have
they are mine to give
My worldly goods.