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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Men venture into actions and adventures bold To amass wealth and keep treasures in their hold Claim them as their own for a little while Not knowing the cruel fate waits hostile. Sand castles built will topple down Kingdoms conquered will eventually drown Their fall will cause resounding echoes in our ears Unmindful, we move on reckless in top gears. Trophies and laurels which are eagerly chased Will be taken away and in other hands placed Footprints will be washed away by apathetic waves All we claim as ours will be looted by Time’s thieves. Even the mighty oak will fall and rot one day The giggling stream may dry up on its way The victor’s sword or the gem studded crown Will be covered in rust or dust with none to own. Once gone, for us, no heart will throb Not a single soul will be there to sing, sigh or sob Leaving the dead to rot in the closure of the vault, To life’s alluring charms, the dear ones depart. Cold as ice, the dead will lie inert and still Feasted on by maggots, rotting in the icy chill Life and all its vain glory, will be defunct And all mad fever and frivolous fret- extinct. The power and position, deemed great Shall come to naught in the gloomy vault Yet we run and yet we straggle behind Trusting in our power and prowess blind. Lord, teach us not to run after illusory charms Give wisdom to tame greed that harms, For, all that men rapaciously hold and trust, ‘Must consign to death and come to dust’
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