I wonder where we go when we're gone
we don't bring belongings or money
we don't bring pasts, labels, or fame
why do we care so much about these things
is it so we will be remembered when we die
so our lives our, accomplishments aren't buried 6 feet down
with our bones and rotting flesh while our
family squabbles and turns to animals
over money, we worked for all our lives
when they didn't care when we were frail
all they wanted was money
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Author:
edgar allan pottatoe (
Offline) - Published: December 7th, 2021 11:03
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That's a question for the ages...... and if you can't take the money with you, someone will be squabbling about it when we're gone.....
thank you
I read a notice that said: 'This is a Private Notice. Please do not read it'
Doh! lol.
This is why I'm taking my money into the Pyramid with me when I die.
There are more rewarding investments than money and goods in this life. Do we take any with us.... neither of us know..... yet.
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