What Shall It Be?

I've carried this poem around since I was a freshman in high school.  I found it when I was doing a project in english class.  So I thought my blog is the perfect place to share it.  Enjoy!

What Shall It Be?
Author Anonymous

Out of this life I shall never take
Things of silver and gold I make.
All that I cherish and hoard away,
After I leave, on this earth must stay.

Though I have toiled for a painting rare
To hang on the wall, I must leave it there.
Though I call it mine, and boast its worth,
I must give it up when I leave this earth.

All that I gather, and all that I keep,
I must leave behind when I fall asleep.
And I often wonder what I shall own
In that other life when I pass alone.
                                                                                                   
What shall they find, and what shall they see,
In the soul that answers the call for me?
Shall the Great Judge learn, when my task is through,
That my spirit has gathered some riches, too?

Or shall at last it be mine to find
That all I'd worked for I'd left behind?