A curse more so then a blessing.

Fate had deemed it necessary, destiny had foretold,

Where once a man had gathered, now to yield his silver and his gold,

Death had come to reap his toll, the harvest ever ripe,

The mourning and the weeping of the richest mans toil and strife,

I gazed upon his body, the casket declared his estate,

Where once a man had worked rigorously now to see it all dissipate,

The whispers filled the synagogue, the conversations fluttered about in the air,

For in his will he left it all to me, I am his only remaining heir,

Where family had once come to greet me, to ask how my affairs progressed,

Now petty boasts and flattery hinted a darker intent, obsessed,

Where my friends would love to have me free, not only once, but more so then twice,

My solitude was cheaper then to visit and pay their price,

The calls came from every place, the country seemed to have its need,

I listen to the petty calls and can only hear their greed,

I wish it had never come to me, no matter how much I would reel,

For what good does gold and silver do if I can’t have others relate to how I feel?

Alas, such days are lonesome with bitter solitude and despair,

The shackles of an inheritance without remorse or care,

Such petty times of kin and friends with such a tone so bold,

Take what they believe is theirs to ask, and abandon me in the cold…

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