We squander our health in search of wealth,
We scheme, borrow and save.
Then squander wealth in search of health,
only to end up in the grave.
We live and boast of what we own,
flaunting our goods so they can be shown,
not even caring for the poor...
'Now look at that lovely stone upon the floor.'
This poem was written by Henry Winn in 1913, when he was 97 years old. The correct text is: We squander wealth in search of wealth, We scheme, we toil, we save, Then squander wealth in search of health, And find at last a grave. We live and call the things our own We die and only have a stone. We die and only have a stone, The very poor I sadly own Have but a grave with grass o'er grown As their memorial, not a stone
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