Rust

a poem by R.A. Jacob

The world in my pocket

You know not,dear see

Ponds,dollar and shillings

In this wallet first see.

See here in my wallet,

The world and its stores,

See now I have share,

In world and its core.

If world has talents,

I have dollars to buy,

If world has foods,

My money suffices.

But one thing, oh world,

I can not buy,

Salvation and life

My money can't buy.

My gold, my silver,

In whom I have trust,

Shall be seen by the Lord,

Just as rust.