Vanity - Poem by Adegbite Adeyinka
Life is time hurrying to an end,
And Sun, towards the horizon, to set,
Waiting no moment, man's ways, to mend
As its chariot bears him to his rest;
The day tells this as it passes by
And night, as it hastily leaves the sky;
Life is like the fume of a fire
That fades, soon as it goes the higher.
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