A man took all he had possessed,
Exchanged it for a pile of gold,
Then dug a hole to lay the chest
Inside the ground for it to hold.
But once he had it underground
He came back and uncovered it
To gloat over the gold he found
Where he had left it in that pit.
Someone suspected all about
The miser and the gold he hid,
And of that secret (finding out)
Whatever do you think he did?
He took the treasure being there.
The owner coming back to find
Instead of it that hole was bare,
So dirt was all he’d left behind.
He cried over his treasure’s theft.
“That was a dirty double-cross!”
Regretting (having nothing left)
He told his neighbor of his loss.
His neighbor said, “I do not see
You lost a thing, except a chest,
Since you have left it useless be
To—neither spend it nor invest;
“You didn’t own it when it was
For, you possessed it in a way,
It did nothing for you, and thus
It wasn’t meant with you to stay.”
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