There once were two gentlemen known by the names
Of Richard P. Melvin and Phineas Feer.
Richard, a banker, had money and fame
And lived in a waterfront house with a pier
But Phineas, a chimney sweep, hadn’t the same
He barely scraped by after taxes each year
One day, Richard realized “All that I’ve gained
Still isn’t enough”
So he took a rope and chair
and hung himself
That very day, Phineas despaired
that he had never made himself a name
So he took too many pills
And ended his shame
Now what they knew not I will tell, lend your ear
The pursuit of material things is all vain
So to us who are left between Melvin and Feer
Let us look not henceforth to the trophies of man
Nor in man himself, even, for wife and dear child
Will not themselves sate the desire inside
I know of only one satisfaction
That which rich and poor seek
The grace of God
Ben Taylor 