Wealth
Though I had much knowledge,
My chances were far and few.
Many days passed in vain,
Busy life but nothing new.
Respect has lost its delight,
Money now holds all the sway.
Greed blinds both left and right,
Wealth consumes the mind each day.
The fool now claims fortune vast,
Forgetting the Lord forever.
Like beetles in filth amassed,
From the muck, they rise never.
It all will end; it all will fade—
The oil...
The wealth...
Your fleeting breath someday...
Perhaps life's purpose will be made,
To find grace along the way.
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