The Aloof Deathbed

Lavishly he had lived, had beguiled everyone he knew,

For behemoth moneybag, was the only thing he knew.

Resplendent gardens were now where he used to ponder,

How mundane the life is, he used to wonder.

But who he was, what he wanted, never struck to him,

He tread on the path, knowing it was not righteous for him.

All his deeds but now, were to him crystal clear,

For his end was near but not the ones too dear.