Misfortunes Of A Wealthy Family Poem by Jesse Wood

In the beauty of the valley
Ever standing still
Lived a family of great fortune
They even had a will.
They lived happily in that valley and never gave a dime
To the poor man, the meek or otherwise they’d hardly gave the time.
Then one day God said to them
Why do you mistreat my children?
And then they all said with a smirk or grin
Because we don’t care to give to those vagrants.
They hardly know what money is or what for it is meant.
'Well live in poverty and rags, ' the Elderly Deity said
You will have no friends no love no anything not even a slice of bread.
You’re bluffing the family said you would never do such things.
All right, said God and with that he took away their gold and rings.
He took away everything and they didn’t know what to do.
With every fiber of their being their sadness deeply grew.
But they never repented for their sins and they all died quietly as softly as a feather.
The newspaper obituary that evening read “Family dead, they all died together.”
Secretly no one cared for the family in the valley.
But one poor man said
As he bowed his head
“I pray for their souls this day”
For it was greed that the Lord smites their souls on a morning with skies grey.