unspent

unspent money,
the coin and paper saved.
scraps
of a life worked,
now turned
over to lawyers,
siblings,
a child,
as you slip into
the cold dug
dirt, a grave.
how carefully you kept
the balance
to the penny.
knowing how long it
would last, but in
the end
you take with you
what you started with,
which is
nothing, the time
has moved so fast.