Gather up what to you belongs
It serves no purpose once you’re gone
A lifetime spent in hordish gather
In the end what does it matter
We collect and prize our worldly wares
Empty handed we climb the stairs
Meaningless in the grand scheme of things
To claw and scratch for golden ring
This buys you nothing in the end
How sad to see this is the trend
He who has the most stuff losses
If this path the fool doth chooses
Instead look upon your fellow man
Offer them an outstretched hand
For one and all we are the same
In this life a finite game
More wealth derived from acts of kindness
Than all that’s earthly left behind us
Believe or not this must be true
As I strive in all I do
Though I sometimes stumble and often fail
I choose to believe this sober tale
~
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Dom DiFrancesco 
This is great. :).
Thank you very much, that is nice of you to say. :)
Very wise words, I’ve realised the futility of collecting possessions that just cause problems for those left behind to deal with.
How true and you certainly can’t take them with you when your gone which begs the question, are they really all that important after all. Thank you, I’m glad you enjoyed the poem. :)
As basic as a message can get. Well done! I wonder what it will take for each of us to understand this simple truth.
A great question for which their may never be an answer. Thank you for reading my poem.