A Reckoning

Love of life, of gains for coffers
swell his worth his name on papers
tipped hat becomes his culture
knees bend to his stacks of dollars

Be by me, his swagger says
his eyes hard, with soft moist lips
for everything he has, money can buy
be it Loving arms or sparkling eyes

His eyes are lit with lovely lights
his lips they smile with pretty lies
passion in his loins are all for coins
sparkling golden in his underpants

A cold, calm day he tastes the kiss
of  death’s cold bloodless lips
his love for men and women both
has paid him true, paid him in full

upon his knee, his tears roll down
his slowly sinking cheeks
no more glow from enchanting eyes
or threats of hurts should he be crossed

bodies young and warm no longer befriend
his frame so narrow, face so gaunt
In his arms no heart will be aflame
As death slowly circles his narrow bed

When at last his body is claimed
his soul breaking out, asunder
he sinks to other dreams that may come
as pale stars twinkle wanly above

A busy bee flies by
as he is lowered to the ground
no one there, on a lazy afternoon
as the gravedigger fill the grave.