With doctor help for a few years longer you may well survive
Prescribed pills from the pharmacist may well keep you alive
But death on your life will have the final say
For you too there will be a last night and day
Last week the town's wealthiest person from life passed away
For years with the help of doctors she kept death at bay
Until eventually the drugs that kept her alive death did overpower
And she wilted overnight like a frostbit flower
True enough she was past her physical prime
And her money did buy herafew years of time
But eventually she lost her battle with death
When it deprived her body of life's precious breath
The praises of money so many may sing
And though money is quite important it is not everything
Last week the town's wealthiest person not equal to the poorest today
Where the local dead are her last remains now lay.
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