Vanity Fear
Vain life, vain life you often mourn
And she'd tears like insane clown!
As you fix eyes often on those,
Who has much means for lavish life.
Alas! You seldom looks on those,
With meagre mean, who humbly plod!
Even to meet their crucial needs!
Yet are content with vanquished greed.
Oh greed, oh greed, that makes one mad,
And conquers the mind in mad furry,
Leads you in paths with tempting gifts
Yet with pitfalls concealed from sight.
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