All Is Vanity
Why must a man measure his success
in the amount of "stuff" he owns?
When at the end of his living days
he must leave it all with a groan?
Why must we have more than our neighbor?
There is no prize to win.
You will just spend your life never living
only to leave it all in the end.
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