THINGS
By Paul L. Glaze
We Spend Our Life Gathering Things.
Fast Cars, Guitars, And Diamond Rings,
We Want New Things At Every Turn.
Spending Our Life In A Wanting Churn.
Our Desire For Things Is A Confession.
That Soon Becomes A Life Long Obsession.
There Is A Saying That Burns Our Heart
( A Fool And His Money Soon Shall Part )
At The Risk Of Sounding A Little Rude
But We Each Are Born In The Nude.
We Spend Our Lives Collecting Thing
Seeking Happiness Processions Brings.
All Of Our Life, We Try To Live Like Kings
Gathering Things Until That Lady Sings.
Then We Die, And As Our Friends Look Back
All We Took Were The Clothes On Our Back.
When We Are Buried Deep In The Ground
No One Cares About Our Suit Or Our Gown.
Our Life Wonšt Be Measured By Things We Won.
But Will Be Measured By The Deeds Wešve Done !