The earth swings from east to the west
And the world trudges on
Whether a man dies or man lives
The pendulum swings with ease
Taking man from rags to riches
And from riches to rags
Dust to man
And man to dust.
Life goes on
The thirsty in dearth of water
Drink from the dews
And the shoeless walk
On the shells of peanuts
Live a life and see the self evidence
Of its truth
A mountain and a valley
Joy and melancholy
Hot and cold are the swings
Those spices of the soup
Life cooks for man.
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