They say it's easier to die if you've got nowt,
so little that's good to leave behind!
But for the wealthy it must be much harder,
with all that comfort and luxury in mind.
The poor are taught to expect zero,
and that is just what they get,
the rich all have great expectations,
and they all know that these will be met.
So all through Life's divided journey,
the contrast is massive, and stark.
There are those who thrive in the sunshine,
and those who wither in the dark.
But in the end we all become equal,
and money means nothing at all,
when you're returned to the eartb and recycled,
the main course at the ugly bug ball!
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Excellent! Have to say, I would still like a FEW luxuries whilst on this mortal plane though. I am more than happy to leave them behind when I leave. I don't want a big expensive stone over me either, a tree will do nicely and I can dropp apples on people later just for fun.