ECONOMY Poem: Dying Man, by Tyler Johnson

Shot through the chest, it looked pretty grim
His world growing ever more dim
Sticky blood started to pool
Who knew the world could be so cruel

He reminisced about the past
It seems nothing ever lasts
He remembered all the mistakes he had made
Growing all the more afraid

Still so much to do, so many stories untold
He never got the chance to grow old
Did he do enough in his life, will he be remembered when he’s passed
He thought of the wealth he amassed

He had no warm memories, no one to put in a locket
Just the cold hard cash in his pocket
He still couldn’t buy comfort when he kicked the can
He died a billion dollars to his name, but still poorer than the average man

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