Realizing he took the wrong path through life’s journey, he speaks from the grave to his love. He reassures his soul mate that he has learned from their love the true meaning of wealth.
Do not reach out to save my soul,
Rather, continue on toward your goal.
Your goal of achievement, goal to be rich
Turn away from this fresh dug ditch.
Perhaps a different path I’d followed,
Perhaps my soul would not be swallowed.
Swallowed by greed and the easy path,
Not one to stop, to pause, do the math.
Fortunate, lucky, I had been,
My youth was reckless, easy to spend.
Spent on the now, not always fair,
Though perfect sight, no vision there.
Vision of your beauty, beauty so deep,
Your aim for riches is one to keep.
Keep your sight on issues of wealth,
Wealth of friends, love, and health.
Health of heart, mind and soul,
Health of that of a larger goal.
Too late we met for my path to alter,
In my next life I will not falter.
Falter not I, for I shall know,
Know the importance of the falling snow.
Snow and all the beauty from heaven above,
Snow that frees my soul like a newborn’s love.
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