All earthly aspirations and achievements are nothing but vanity.We came into this world with nothing and are to leave with nothing when we die.
Who does not know That the glory of this transient home Begins and ends in mud? Its entrance and exit are lain in dust: The proud skyscapers Insolently knocking at the doors of heaven With the impunity of a woodpecker; The aeronautics challenging them for celestial attention; The glistening posh mechanical contraptions That daily crawl on their bellies On a jolly ride; The string of testimonials Of carnal attainments and lavish aspirations; A babellous house of vociferous kids As they dart about home In care-free, kiddish abandon; The green account growing ever luscious In alien captivity, The envy of any riverside plant, Are not supposed to to elicit envy, Nor angst, nor jealousy, nor anxiety, nor hatred But never a subject Of vile greed and debauchery, For we are all caretakers And are soon To hand same over to who-knows-who As we discard this mortal tapestry.
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