The Rich Fool !

The fields of certain man yielded in abundance,
No enough rooms to store all the grain,
Thought to pull down the barns for bigger ones,
To store all the crops and goods the fruits of gain.

He chose to speak himself to his own soul,
'Soul you 've many goods,laid up for many years,
Take your ease,eat,be merry hereafter that's goal,'
A retirement with riches invokes no toil,no tears.

The Almighty God spoke to him,"you are a fool",
Tonight God needs your soul,you are to die,
All these treasures could never in favour rule,
Rich yet poor,not rich toward God,hopes belie.

Learn and Look at the birds of the air,
Neither sow nor gather yet they are fair.

Footnote:
Luke12:16-21
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.