Bills And Die

Were we born to just pay bills and then die Then to worry about credit scores and sigh, And then to mourn and to worry and then to cry That is, if a bill isn't paid in full, or even on time. Creditors want us to pay all of our bills late So, late charges we are forced to pay at their rate, And then with us they will not ever negotiate As though we have committed a crime. Moneylenders beg and plead with us to get a loan Then when we apply they ask what do we cherish and own, We are tempted and seduced from a spreadsheet shown Then they greedily take our last penny, nickel and dime. We pay all of our bills every month with ease Sometimes our last dollar we have to stretch and squeeze, An early payoff we visualize only as a tease As the debtors wait for their "LATE FEE" bell to chime. When we are born, our debits begin with our hospital bills Then we get older, we generate debts from our doctors and our pills, Then when we die we institute obligations from our wills Only from death, away from financial liability will we climb. Randy L. McClave