Ghost Of Death Poem by Lamar Cole
Ghost Of Death
He was a man of great wealth.
But his money could not save him from the ghost of death.
Whether a person is rich or poor.
Everyone must walk through death's door.
He had wanted to end up in a spiritual land of milk and honey.
But it would be no fun without his money.
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: ghost,people
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8/19/2025 1:17:07 PM # 1.0.0
The Beatles sang, 'Money can't buy me love'. And you can't bribe the Grim Reaper, either. :)