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With His Remaining Breath
by louis gander He overflows his plate with food, anticipating taste. He overflows his closets too not caring of the waste. He has to have the finest car with leather seats and 'air'. His bank accounts are just for him. For poor? He doesn't care. Huge profits fill his bank accounts. His profiting is fun. He'd sell his soul to profit more. He'd sell to anyone. His home, he fills with furniture, the finest he can find. He then enjoys his fav'rite game to ease his guilty mind. He fills his days with everything and his most latest whim. And this 'enjoyment' fills his life. He fills his life with him. I pity such a person who has no room in his heart - for God or love or charity - who fin'lly falls apart. How guilty, lonely he will be just days before his death. Oh, he'll recall his life of 'self' with his remaining breath. Copyright 2021 by louis gander. Poetry for sermons, story poems and more... If you love story poems, then you'll love ganderpoems.org / no ads, no sign-up, no tracking. Just free inspirational poetry. Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |