No Rank or Wealth

Each time I hear or read about...Some friend who passed
away...I live in loneliness throughout...The hours of the
day...Because I add each one to all...The others who have
gone...And who provided so much joy...To help me carry
on...And then I realize more and more...How brief the
time we live...And how important are the smile...And solace
we can give...I see the sheer futility...Of predudice and wrath
...And why they reach a shallow goal...Who take the selfish
path...There is no worldly rank so high...Or any wealth so
great...That it can find a way to turn...The key to Heavenís
gate.

James J. Metcalfe

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