Wednesday, November 18, 2015


Humans run helter-skelter
In search of luxury and comfort

Life is vanity
But they don’t know it yet

Until they get to the end of the road
When strength is no more
When they are a step from death
Then they realize the emptiness of life

The rich goes to the grave almost unclad
Where are all the suits
The famous name is soon forgotten
Where are his admirers

Death is sure for everyone
This is the only truth for anyone
Not to go to the grave
Is not to be born by no one

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