Three men I knew; two thought to save

The half of what their earnings gave.

Pennies locked in copper hearts,

Too cold to feel the devil’s darts.

Bright coins to shine through darker days,

When honest work no longer pays.

Their gold will buy a life of ease,

And hide the truth of their disease.

From life to death – a turning page.

One was taken in middle-age.

He dwells in Hell as Satan’s brother,

His money spent by another.

The second man was like the first;

He could not quench his burning thirst.

Although enough, he wanted more,

And died in rags at Satan’s door.

The third, a man who understood

That coin can go for bad or good.

He gave to those with less than he,

And in his purse is Heaven’s key.