I see a casket coming down the steps,
carried by two men.
A small and lonely church.
Then I realized who lay inside.

I always knew the day would come,
but I expected a larger gathering,
and a respectable line of cars,
not just a hearse, a driver and the extra man.

All my assets are listed in my Will.
Gone now to my heirs.
My wealth is nothing to me now
There’s a casket, these clothes and a small headstone.

But who is this standing by my grave?
The man I once saved from hunger
at no great cost to me;
certainly nothing I thought much of.

Now this friend’s my only treasure,
my true wealth discovered so late.
I’m a fool poorly graved,
my savior this poor man I saved.

John Hayes