You Can'T Take It With You! Or Can You? Poem by Marcus McKinley

I have spent my life working, toiling
Cultivating a perception of wealth
Unknowingly, Deceiving myself
Thinking I…., will ever get the chance, to
Harvest the fruits of my labor

The sum of my days has come
I lay upon the lush green grass
I take in the view of eternity
For beneath this ground
I will reside, Interred in all its glory

if by chance a seed should sprout
And reach by root my coffin
The fruit it bares may be bitter sweet
A poisonous concoction

In this peaceful place an evil sleeps
A beautiful abomination
The wealth and riches I gained in life
Mean nothing in damnation