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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