what is left

for him to gain

when all he feels

is greedy pain

money roles

around his head

nonsense left

might as well be dead

efforts made

His whole dang life

met with sorrow,

worry, strife

wish he loved them

more than it

wish he wasn’t

such a shit

sweeter, kinder

made more time

now they couldn’t

give a dime

thought was best

time better spent

now the money

is all to vent

all he has to

comfort, fool

sick and dying

sorry, cruel

pain, it rots

His torment mind

wish he listened

nothing’s fine

she was right

she warned, with care

yet, he scoffed

And split the pair

alone at last

no nagging guilt

money filled

He let love wilt

I’ll work right now

save each last cent

then I’ll be set

when they are bent

yet, sick came fast

He’s not that old

rotting soul

truth be told

money saved

His whole life to

end up empty

A rich old shrew

Death came down

took him away

and what was left

A lesson, I’d say

keep your greed

locked tight away

lest you suffer

the old man’s way

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1 Timothy 6:17-19

Command those who are rich in this present world not to be arrogant nor to put their hope in wealth, which is so uncertain, but to put their hope in God, who richly provides us with everything for our enjoyment. Command them to do good, to be rich in good deeds, and to be generous and willing to share. In this way they will lay up treasure for themselves as a firm foundation for the coming age, so that they may take hold of the life that is truly life.