Classic Poem

Use your money while you're living—
Do not hoard it to be proud;
You can never take it with you—
There is no pocket in a shroud.

Gold can help you on no farther
Than the graveyard where you lie;
'Though you are rich while living,
You're a pauper when you die.

Use it, then, some lives to brighten,
As through life they wearily plod;
Place your bank account in heaven,
And grow rich toward your God.