THE GOLDEN POT

Here and there,

To and fro,

Wonder my heart

In search of the Golden pot.

Loving and caring,

Yet her ways bespoke a merciless being,

Affectionate today, heartless tomorrow,

Full of thrives and dives.

With pride I raise my glass,

In toast of victory and conquest,

Of a battle and war won,

Freedom after vicissitudes.

Then comes my inner man

Saying life is frail and Vail,

Every territory conquers

Come with price and pain.

Man, oh that thou would know

Of the timelines of earthly joy,

Sobering and solemnly shall thou be

Till you stand at the Judgment seat.

In the world: no lasting peace,

Money comes and goes,

Joy evaporates like gas,

Love diminishes like ice before a scorching sun.

Small men die,

Great people vanishes,

The rich cry!

The poor weep!

Truly like the wisest man said:

Vanity upon vanity,

All is vanity,

Life is but a shadow.

It is a mirage full of promises,

The closer you get, the emptier it is,

It is a game of nothingness,

Play by naughty souls.

From womb to tomb,

So we all are,

All our days between

Just a meandering.

Oh thou man,

Count your blessings while you live,

Till your ounce of life are over,

The Lord giveth and taketh.