He spent his life gathering
treasures so rare
That experts agreed there
were none to compare.
He had searched the
world over, and only the best
Were deemed
worthy to add to his rich treasure
chest.
Folks called him a hero, applauded
his finds,
Gave honors galore and awards of
all kinds.
His picture appeared in top books
on success
And "dropping his name" was a way
to impress.
The young and the old tried
to copy his ways,
And countless newspapers
were filled with his praise.
He lived in fine
mansions and dined on rich food,
With sordid
perversions to suit every mood.
He
scoffed at the Bible and reveled in sin,
And
thought he was smarter than most other
men.
When some tried to show him how he could
be saved,
He rejected their pleas and became
more depraved.
He flaunted his wealth, as
he broke every rule.
But, one day, God looked
down and called him a fool.
For, he died with
no treasure to take from this earth
And his
soul was as bare as the day of his
birth.
No Heavenly mansion awaited him
then,
But only God's judgment to pay for his
sin.
The demons of Hell laughed in fiendish
delight,
As they tortured his soul in
eternity's night.
His friends, back on
earth, were just waiting, with greed,
To own
all his treasures and follow his lead.
They
couldn't foresee what would be their own
fate
And they waited to learn 'til it, then,
was too late.
© 2004 by Betty Jo
Mings
bmings@netzero.net
Author
of: "Poems for the Common Man"
http://www.bettyjomings.truepath.com
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