Riches go up
Creating a wall around their world
Brought up to defend them
From the time passing outside
Coin after coin
Falling with a sound
Of years spend on work
Finally, there’s time to use it
Yet that is the true enemy
That no money can fight
It passes outside their dome
But it also sneaks inside
We often think that death
Is their only judge
They only fear the end
For it is certain
Not the end is terrific
But all of these free times
They can spend on thinking
About time, reason, faith
There is a place to judge
All their choices laid before them
Every mistake left to
convalescence
Work and business
Can be the best distractions
From the on-coming
Heath death of the universe
It is easier to ignore it
To chase the bunny
To reach for the apple
But never eat it
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