She would have been

On a writing forum they gave us a prompt...Write a poem using 47 as the subject.



Grampa left it in his will,
At 47 she would inherit the hill,
the mansion, servants, all of it.
They chuckled at his cruel wit.

Now with her birthday just a week away
What would all the gossips say?
Terribly alone but soon to be rich,
she died the next day at 46.