An Arrogant Person
Embittered with envy and evil intent,
he knew what he was but did not care.
His god was his ego, his fight unfair,
no holds barred. He stole, he lied,
he never prayed. He thought he was great.
He had no friends, not even his wife.
His children hated him, now long dispersed
much to his wife's agony. Evil excited him.
He never shook hands or waved a greeting.
But money spells power, and many were afraid
to be on the wrong side of his good books.
So he received no love and no respect.
And when he died, no bells tolled their dirge,
no eulogy was read during his cremation;
all were glad, especially his wife
who was now rich and glad.
And on his tombstone, she had engraved:
"A closed hand cannot receive."
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