Vanity. Poem by Paul Jonathan Stertz

'Vanity of vanities, '
The preacher wrote.
From the Word of the Lord
The truth I quote.

Children of men,
Pathetic and weak,
Wherever they've been
Forever they seek.

They flitter, they flutter
They rush to and fro,
They melt in the hard times
Like flurries of snow.

The truth has been spoken-
Tis' vanity all,
Yet til they've awoken
Forever they fall

Like grass in the wind,
A pitiful sight,
Here for a day,
And gone in the night.