Here's a favorite
"poem" of mine:
Some would gather money
along the path of life. Some would gather roses, and rest from worldly
strife; But, I would gather children from among the thorns of sin, I would seek
a golden curl, and a freckled, toothless grin. For money cannot enter in
that land of endless day, and roses that are gathered soon will wilt along the
way. But, oh, the laughing children, as I cross the sunset sea, and the
gates swing wide to heaven I can take them in with me. Unknown
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