Into the Dust

I count the days of the life I have The comfy days and sultry beds The thorns beneath and disguise above That in a glimpse, a mem’ry aids The lustrous days and empty years The moments speaketh with flowing tears And bunch of bucks- enticing peers But with empty pockets- no one cares The dancing lights of my youthful nights Where on my name produces blithe Changing course of the sail I have Where painful curse do reigns above I trod the clubs on morning days And consume the wine to full extent That mind forgets the right pathway So on the road I set my tent. No visions bright of morrow life For all I do awakens strife All things were old and there wasn’t new For in the morning- ‘twas same dew So halt my friend and discern from these For joy of life you will be miss If thou will spend your lovely days On moment that speak with vanities!