You left behind your jewelry, so evocative and fair,
Which is to go to your young daughter, wilting in despair.
You left behind the fence that stands outside your broken house,
‘cause who else would take care of it now-- your cheerless spouse?
The recipes you left behind in handwriting so crude—
It’s sad to say that eating just doesn’t fit in with their mood.
You left behind your money and all your unsettled loans.
You left behind your body, now a sack of skin and bones.
And you left behind your child to wash all your dirty clothes.
You left behind the feelings of all your unspoken woes.