Vanity Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

'All is vanity', the wisest man said,
An endless pursuit of fleeting dreams.
A lost flight where Man's desires tread
Nothing is enough, so it seems,

Wealth, fame, and the world's applause-
Blind us from the real worth of things,
When reaching the top reveals it's a loss,
Emptiness so dark, it's overwhelming.

For vanity is Self love that just consumes,
Never at peace, always craving for more.
Devours the person as Obsession assumes
Enthrones the Self that it adores.

Most good things in life aren't things,
They're the loved ones we have and cherish.
Happiness in the heart that keeps on giving
The best and the good, its enduring wish.

All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.14.15