You Cannot Take It With You Rob Poem by Royston Allen

Rob preferred to be left all on his own
to live his life in his house all alone.
Seeking only to accumulate wealth
even when detrimental to his health.

Eking out a piece of string by the inch
and tear off bits of paper at a pinch.
Bought out of date food because it's cheaper
kept his accounts just like a book-keeper.

'You can't take it all with you, Rob', I said
'Why don't you give it all away instead? '
A philosophy he found so unsound
yet between us a great friendship was found.

But mammon is a hard task master at its best
and took its toll upon him giving him no rest.
God has called him to give account of all he'd done
and his estates' distributed and all has all gone.