I read about a rich man who died the other day
Heard he never did much for mankind
People wondered how much money it was he'd left 
The way I see it, all his wealth stayed behind



Many today are obsessed with money
And all the so-called pleasures it affords
But no one yet has taken it with them
Or has a bank account in Heaven's records



I'll admit that I like to be comfortable
Wear nice clothes and be well-fed
Treat myself to a luxury now and then
And own the roof that's over my head



I don't try to keep up with the neighbors
Or the fortunes that they may accumulate
Don't envy their mansions or fancy cars
I just try to keep my own life straight



But it's just a temporary situation
For when my name's called on Judgment Day
I'll answer to God in a robe of white
My Heavenly treasures to survey



Earthly possessions don't go along with us
No matter who we are or what we do
At death, the poor man's equal to the rich
'Cause we're all just passing through



Kathleen McCoy Eldridge©
September 8, 2007
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