Were today thy last, wouldst thou giveth all ye had,
Or wouldst thou hoardeth as the miser does.
Hiding his worth from all his lasses and lads,
Vowing to take it with him as if thy soul it was.
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Foolish art thou who believeth this lie,
For nothing of this world shalt survive the beyond.
To ash it doth turn on the day that we die,
It matters not how precious nor how fond.
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Thy treasures are but bobbles, no worth doth they hold,
Once thou hath taken thy deep and final breath.
Arrogance and greed, both foolhardy and bold,
Revealed as thou art lowered to thy grave upon death.
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Giveth now with the fullest of hearts for thy time upon earth is but brief,
Resulting in lightness and joy in thy heart to thy soul this shalt come as relief.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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