Sigh, though he sleeps unworthy of a sigh,
Lonesome goes he a phantom – goodbye,
One known to know not clemency
Nor could aching emotions woo his cherished currency.
Mr. proudly pound and penny wise,
Eclipsed in a grimy earthly vault lies
Where his money rebuffs his call to lie
What an awful way to die!
He thought he lived,
But died deceived
*** Written by Jacobs Adewale ***
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