Jack Poem by Gary Revel

There once was a man named Jack
He was red, brown, white or black
Was a banker, barber, butcher
Or Indian Chief

Got married and had a few children
Worked hard, died and was buried
His friends and family cried

He left a lot of money
To his wife, kids and friends
He had worked too hard and long
For his years so he died young

His family and friends held a wake
They took turns speaking about him
They all agreed that they would
Rather have Jack than the money

Jack is gone they said
And he can't come back
Just like the money

The money had gone fast
Like Jack