All your life - you've heaped up all your gold; -
You think you've got some substance in this world?
Though surely - you must know - that its a shame -
When history - will soon forget your name.

All your hours - you've hard pinched every penny; -
Has it an extra day of life - now bought you any?
Hoarding stacks of money - like a crime -
Will buy you not a second - of extra time.

And what it is - I still find very odd; -
Is that you won't see money - as a false God -
And that you can never hear - what is truthful -
That golds not God; - that it is merely useful.

It is sad - you could never know sublime,-
Just hoarding all your money - all the time; -
As if you could now go, - and buy salvation:
Too soon you will taste - bitter libation.




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