The Vanity of Existence Poem by Philip Freneau

The Vanity of Existence

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In youth, gay scenes attract our eyes,
And not suspecting their decay
Life's flowery fields before us rise,
Regardless of its winter day.

But vain pursuits, and joys as vain,
Convince us life is but a dream.
Death is to wake, to rise again
To that true life you best esteem.

So nightly on some shallow tide,
Oft have I seen a splendid show;
Reflected stars on either side,
And glittering moons were seen below.

But when the tide had ebbed away,
The scene fantastic with it fled,
A bank of mud around me lay,
And sea-weed on the river's bed.

Saturday, June 27, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: vanity

It goes on and on this endless strife This unending cycle of death and of life Pleasures few and suffering so much more Till we nomads reach the freedoms shore…………

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Rajnish Manga 25 June 2016

The vanity of human existence exposed beautifully with its ultimate reality. Thanks for sharing. Life's flowery fields before us rise, Regardless of its winter day. Convince us life is but a dream.

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Jayatissa K. Liyanage 25 June 2016

Fantasy doped lives enjoy mirages and never see the reality. When the tide has gone, only mud and weeds one is left with. Vanity never does good. Very philosophical and beautifully versed poem.

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Edward Kofi Louis 25 June 2016

When the tide had ebbed away! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Somewhat philosophical I think. It is so interesting.

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Barry Middleton 25 June 2016

Very interesting. can be read several ways. Which is the illusion, heaven or earth?

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