Be Not A Rich Fool
There was a man... you told them a fine tale.
His fields brought forth gem-like grains in full scale.
Was it his heart or his barns, in truth, small?
What blocked him from hearing the divine call?
Your physique and psyche are in your grains.
You don't care to hear common human pains?
Though grains of the whole cosmos you might save
Shouldn't you, friend, finally find your grave?
Should there be disputes here for mundane goods?
Does wealth bind even wild beasts in the woods?
Storing gems and pearls, you've lost your time.
Do you think when you die, wedding bells will chime?
You are a steward; no wealth is your own.
Won't another feast on it when you're gone?
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