Grâce et faveur

We are placed upon this earth to prosper,

We must in order to survive!
Our years to reap and sow are few!
We are merely in a void,
Of which we serve to fill.
Coins are not the measure of life.
But how you favor others,
That’s  the way the stories told,
Remembered longer than the richest being.
For wealth is but a burden,.
It merely scales our shoulders in its quest,
To scale the heights of nowhere.
Purgatory awaits those who question.
Our redeemer will come,
Be judge and jury of all before 
In our mind the story told,
Virtuous in our final hour
As we walk arm in arm 
Towards the diminishing light.