Death Makes Them The Same

You will not find any money where dead people lay
You cannot take it with you as the wise one does say
In the dark grave in the ground far from the noisy crowd
There are not any cash pockets in the burial shroud
And since a meeting with the Reaper of lives one does not survive
Try to enjoy your money whilst you are alive
To anyone it is a useless renown
The worthless honor of the wealthiest deceased person of the town
Do enjoy your money for as long as you can
This applies to every woman and to every man
For your material wealth is of no use to you when the life from your body has gone
And time does not wait it ticks on and on
Those who die with a billion in money or without a penny to their name
In the cemetery are equal death makes them the same.