Death:no cure for selfishness

He claimed he had not known. Could not admit
He’d chosen to ignore the good advice given by a holy God.
Now he lies in torment, longing for relief.
“Send Lazarus to help me,” cries this once wealthy man, now poor, held fast
In Satan’s clutches.
“I am indeed a most important man and Lazarus is but a lazy beggar.
Let him bestir himself from heaven’s porch
to venture down below a little while to quench my thirst in this accursed heat.”
Lazarus the Good is willing, but God smiles in sorrow. Were it but so easy.
It is impossible. Death's boundaries are set.
He had his chance whilst yet he lived in luxury, uncaring of the poor.
Now, too late.