A Heap Of Vanity Poem by Tony Adah

When it's time to go
You clasp even the biggest mountain
And it refuses to hold
All those primitive colours
An assortment of your garden
The eye is closed and can
No longer see.
The good life you lived the earth
Takes and celebrate with it
And it leaves the bones and hair
You become lying beneath,
The warrior you were, the wars
You conquered and the king
You have been.
All live and you are no where
To see all your pursuits
Your toils and accomplishments
Are all a heap of vanity.