The struggles in life is for the brave,
And all these struggles will end in the grave.
Then the toil and struggles shall become vanity.
For they say, "vanity upon vanity, all is vanity."

Yes!
From the time I have come to years sedate
I see with more acuity
The bitter irony of Fate,
And the vanity of all things that are human.

But we are all mortals trespassing
And someday we shall become immortals
Hmmmn! Poor me, who dreamed to be immortal?

But that's the way with men
Whose name one fancied time-defying;
We only thought that they were dust and then
We found them living by their dying.

What is worth fighting for then.
Why hate,
When the grave is our final resting?

Why hate,
When the mortuary smiles at as each day?
Why discriminate,
When the casket will surely be our last room to sleep?

Why refused to help,
When you have the means to?

Why boast of riches,
When we gonna past and leave all behind someday?
This is all vanity!
And you see, someday we will be for gone and forgotten

©Brown Sketchys 🖋️
May 2022

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