Out of This Life


Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make
All that I cherish and hoard away
After I leave, on this earth must stay

Tho’ I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on the wall, I must leave it there
Tho’ I call it mine, and boast it’s worth
I must give it up when I leave this earth

All that I gather and all that I keep
I must leave behind when I fall asleep
And I often wonder what I shall own
In that other life, when I pass alone

What shall they find, and what shall they see
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge learn when my task is through
That my spirit has gained some riches too

Or shall at last it be mine to find
That all I’d worked for I’d left behind.

– Anonymous