Consider the Rich Man

Consider the rich man the wise man said How soundly he sleeps upon his bed And dreams Of golden ponds And silver streams Of stocks and bonds And cold hard cash And other treasured trash To stash Within his pockets deep While ten thousand hungry voices cry to sleep Don't you do it Don't you fall asleep in the rich man's tent He has his reward but it's almost spent Or would you dream Of gentle oils And soothing cream Of rich man's spoils Money groves And treasure troves To be stowed within you cellars deep While ten thousand hungry voices cry to sleep Van Gogh did it Bonhoeffer preached it for Heaven's sakes Ten million years had been raised for stakes So they traded in their down filled sleep For tattered mattresses and soiled sheets But then at last Exchanged these earthen threads For a more enduring cast For Abraham's bosom beds Where ten thousand hungry voices rest their heads