It seems to be a human trait
to try our best to accumulate,
a vast amount of worldly treasure,
so we can lead a life of leisure.
Believing it will bring us pleasure.
We never think that we will age
and one day we will reach the stage,
when golden years have passed us by,
that soon we too will have to die.
There is no choice we must comply
It's then that we will ruminate
on all we’ve done up to that date,
and know that life is so designed
that all we own is left behind.
The world is simply so unkind.
And then our motives we’ll revise,
when we wake up and realise,
that from the moment of our birth
the ones we love have greater worth
than all the treasure here on earth.
About the Creator
JAY PATEL
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Comments (1)
Nice 👍🙂