Leave Nothing But Good Intentions
There's no pockets in a shroud.
There's no cash point in the sky.
No expensive holidays or brand new cars to buy
or pretty girls weighing up your wallet size.
when your burned to chard ashes
or buried in the ground.
your money will have no value
and your Ferrari you can't drive.
All you can leave are memories that please
and smiles on the faces of those you leave
good deeds you achieved
and hope people remember
A great human being and not a corporate machine.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2016
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