The enticement of gold and the greed doth unfold,
Some many have died and so many have given up their soul,
The illusion of wealth has plummeted the value of life and taken its toll,
Who gathers the wealth and then says I have had enough,
No to walk away from the riches that is the issue that is tough,
You have the cars with tremendous speed,
The house on the hill and all the furniture you need.
The model wife and two kids with plenty,
Yet the dollars must multiply for the need corrupts many.
Enough is not enough, the vault must overflow,
The fear of losing the dough is more than one can know.
And yet there are many with no food in their gut,
Just a meal would suffice and maybe a butt.
A cup of Joe would be nice and maybe a sweet,
There is such a discrepancy rich and poor, where do they meet?
In the hospital bed lies a rich man with money in the bank,
He is now dying from eating so much that is body doth stank,
His liver bloated and his lungs filled with fine smoke,
His urine has blood, and his breathe doth choke,
And in attendance is an aide who barely makes a living wage,
He has the body of a Greek God and his mind has sage.
And as the rich man chokes on his spittle and wishes to live,
He envies the aide and would give anything to be him.
Rich man, poor man, beggar man and thief, we are all the same,
Blood, tissue and flesh, a mind that is bordering on sanity or the insane.
We fear death and yet it is inevitable and around the corner with glee,
Immortality is a dream and not reachable for the rich or poor or alas not even me.