You Can't Take It With You

PIERRE’S POCKETS

The beginning of Wisdom
Is Fear of the Lord,
So Wisdom with age?
I’ve seen no accord.

So you’ve lived nine decades,
Seen the world more than twice.
But what have you learned?
That sinners are nice?

That sinners eat,
And sinners drink!
And sinners read,
And sinners think!

And sinners, have,
Sincere desires,
Like remodeling rooms
With art that inspires,

And compels one to lift,
His goblet of wine,
To toast all we want
And make want, what is mine!

So all in modern,
Society,
Shall acknowledge their versions
Of propriety.

And when you die,
They’ll bring goblets, blessed lockets…
But they’ll realize, too late…
Pierre’s shroud has no pockets!