Riddle 28

To Sodom and Gomorrah on the plain
Was sent a fiery storm of brimstone rain;

When o’er the towns the fearful torrent burst,
One was destroyed, the other was my first.

My last we waste and spend, but cannot save;
And on it we ’ll be carried to our grave.

My whole the rich and poor alike may claim,
But soon it will possess another name.