Poem: Codicil

 CODICIL: 

Added at the end
of a straightforward
message, there comes
note to the solicitor:

"At the end of the day 
I could reveal 
all sorts of secrets 
written in my will 

but that would double 
the size of the document 
so come with me 
on a trip down memory lane
 
use the map enclosed 
and the clues within 
to unlock these truths 
for yourself."

Would it be riches?
Scintillating gossip?
Even if you gain nothing,
it would be an adventure.