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
Copyright © Ken Godfrey | Year Posted 2011
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