The Toy Collector Poem by Charles Karia

There are those myopic beings, who are deceived by what,
Only eyes of flesh can see; what the sensesrelate to.
Yet beyond this life, in the other realm there is a way,
So glorious and precious, complete with an eternal bliss.
Onlythose willing to be obedient, them that continually do;
Fully, the perfect will of Godthe Father and belief,
The only saviour, the glorious son whom so many forget,
Have the grace to escape the subterranean nymph.
Its the sinful collector, of temporal toys who will taxi,
Still hoarding,lusting for more money and things.
Luxuriously living, he'll be shocked to wake up in hell.
In life the toys he worshipped, with other gliterati,
Float in memory, but are nownothing but chaff,
Easily scattered and lost,with no use inafterlife.