This morning his coffin was lowered to a hole in the ground <br />The wealthiest fellow for many miles around <br />All of his money did fail for to keep him alive <br />The scythe of the Reaper he failed to survive. <br /> <br />He did not hear the funeral bell for him ring <br />Or the singer at his grave a farewell dirge for him sing <br />With the town's deceased wealthy and poor he now forever lay <br />For all there is a last night and a last day. <br /> <br />For a few years unwell in fact he was quite ill <br />His middle aged daughter and son the beneficaries of his will <br />Money speaks every language or so it is said <br />Such words apply to the living but not to the dead. <br /> <br />In his early seventies pre- deceased by his wife <br />His money failed to bring him happiness in life <br />In his mind it did seem joy did not have a place <br />I never see him with a smile on his face. <br /> <br />This morning for him the eulogy was read <br />And tonight his bones lay in the ground of the dead <br />In life he made millions in money but facts never lie <br />That like all he was mortal and born to die.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-was-mortal-and-born-to-die/
