When They Were Living

When they were living for their wealth they were admired
And just to be like them many they inspired
But nobody wants to be like them today
There is no social status where dead people lay
We are born to die like the sheep or the cow
The town's poorest living person is superior to them now
Everyone is equal where dead people lay
Money is of no value to them today
In life they had friends and were not without foes
This is how it is with most wealthy people one has to suppose
Their journeys in life for them has come to an end
Where they are today they do not need a friend
The Reaper of lives did come reaping their way
On how long they lived they did not have a say.