VANITY

C. JACOB

I see the roses fading,

I see the jasmines falling,

I see the lilies drooping,

I see the lotus withering.

This life, this beauty, this wealth,

This pomp, this power, this strength,

Glow much in the morn, my dear,

But by dusk their end is near.

The rich, the poor, the middle,

The mighty, the meek and all

Are sure to droop, drop and fall

When death has given its call.

The sun, the moon, the stars,

The earth and all its parts

Are all but mortal art.

Time and Space only last.

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