All know, all must perish on earth some day,
And leave behind all possessions as such;
Nothing to after-life, you take some way;
Your wealth is left to others; you can’t touch!
Yet, how some wealthy multiply their wealth!
They can’t explain their work despite all facts;
Some stack ill-gotten lucre losing health;
The rich aren’t smart or wise in all their acts.
The craze to earn endlessly does not end;
No man enjoys the things he acquired here;
On day of reckoning, he cannot defend;
Just common-sense, a man requires mere.
The mercenary world will never change,
Though Nature annuls man’s lunatic range.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 27-04-2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem