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No Pockets In A Shroud. A shroud has no pockets, What use riches and wealth? When our time comes to die, There is no need to sigh. For all the monetary gains, Will bring nothing but pains. Strive for health and happiness, That and really nothing is the less. For only that is worthwhile, Bring love and a friendly smile. Help all those that are weak, For they need happiness to seek. Look back at your good deeds, How you helped others needs. It is better to give to the poor, Than to be loaded with wealth at heavens door. Keep the children safe, show that you care, With the poor and needy try your wealth to share. Make a world of beauty that is worthwhile, So that every face on earth will know how to smile. Remember shrouds have no pockets there is nothing you can take, That will open Heavens doors no not for riches sakes. © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/