WEALTH WISE, HEALTH FOOLISH

At night, death's dark whisper resounds Chasing dreams, with bloody sweat unbound Awakened by fear, his heart does pound Beholding death's spirit, all around By day, sleep flees, a rare reprieve For he has slain it, with restless grief A little slumber, a shout of doom Forever haunted, a troubled tomb Through "Baba Gbonka's" dark, deceitful gate He sought wealth's shortcut, a fatal weight Riches accrued, but health did flee Mansions built, yet comfortless, he'll be Luxury furniture, a hollow pride Restricted to a mat, where he must reside Strangers receive his charitable hand But relatives, a forbidden land Conditioned to spend, with daily strife No peace, until his target meets life Marriage yes, but children, a denied bliss What's affluence without peace, but an empty kiss? Who shall inherit all his earthly gain? To what account, when his soul's laid to rest in pain? The scripture says, "Godliness with contentment's the gain" A truth he forgot, in wealth's vain, hallow reign