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’tis All A Chasing After Wind (Ecclesiastes 2)

All human toil seems meaningless;
The time we have is not endless;
Our labor’s fruits, we may not eat;
For long, we can’t sit in our seat!

Death comes to both fool and the wise;
All die, both virtuous and with vice;
All earthly feats just go to rot;
Every event is soon forgot!

Life seems futile to pauper, king
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Thursday, April 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: bible
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