There once was a man who didn't know what to do with his money
He saved it all for a rainy day
But that rainy day never came
He lived modestly and tightfisted
Deprived himself from many pleasures
But when the time drew near for him to die
He realised that all good things he had denied himself
Were to become someone else's pleasures and treasures
Too late it had dawned on him that he had existed for a short time
But that he had forgotten how to live for a long time