The Rich Man's Death Poem by Randy McClave

There once was a rich man who wore the finest clothes everyday
He was elegant and superior he would always say,
And he wouldn't give the crumbs to the poor that fell off his bread
He instead gave it to his dogs instead.
A beggar died and the Angels carried him off to Abraham's breast
There with God the poor man will always rest,
The rich man then one day died and his body was carried
Into the cold ground the rich man was buried.
In hell the rich man lifted up his eyes as he cried in torment
He saw the beggar in paradise where his forevermore will be spent,
The rich begged Abraham could the poor man just cool his tongue
Because, pain and agony was forever in his lung.
Abraham said remember in life you received all the good things
And the poor and the needy received the bad things,
Never not once did you cared or worried about the poor or needy
So, you the selfish rich will spend your eternity in agony.
It's nearly impossible for a rich man to make it to paradise
As he always has greed and wealth and gold in his eyes,
It's easier for a camel to make it through the eye of a needle
Than for heaven to allow entrance to the rich, wealthy, greedy people.
There's a better chance for most to be poor than to be rich
There's a better chance for most for us to labor and dig a ditch,
Truthfully the rich and the wealthy was never one of us
But. The poor and the needy was always with Jesus.

Randy L. McClave