Longevity

 Said Brown: 'I can't afford to die
 For I have bought annuity,
And every day of living I
 Have money coming in to me:
While others toil to make their bread
 I make mine by not being dead.
'

Said Jones: 'I can't afford to die,
 For I have books and books to write.

I do not care for pelf but I
 Would versify my visions bright;
Emotions noble in my breast
 By worthy words should be expressed.
'

Said Smith: 'I can't afford to die,
 Because my life is kindly planned;
So many on my care rely,
 For comfort and a helping hand.

Too many weak ones need me so,
 And will be woeful when I go.
'

Then Death appraisingly looked down,
 Saying: 'Your time's up, Mister Brown.

And I am sorry, Mister Jones,
 The earth is ready for your bones.

Friend Smith, although you're overdue
 Your lease of living we'll renew .
 .
 .

Both fame and fortune far above,
 What matters in the end is--Love.
'

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