In old age he hid a stash.
Especially from his wife, children, and grandchildren.
So they would not track it — he had a little task:
He watched the shadows, listened to the sounds.

He confided to the most honest outsider
About the place not long before death,
Asked him to tell the widow
After he was to die.

Without warning, he hid it again.
Securely, no one will find it.
Unexpectedly he gave his soul to God.
There is no treasure — who even looked.
He outwitted everyone, even himself.