The Vanity Of Life Poem by Tony Adah

Every generation passes
We struggle to live, to survive
To think of life solely
Of its accessories, our comfort
And nothing else;
Sometimes we go it like life itself
Will end never.
Why we live, how we live
Matters not
Every thought life tops
How I am better than you
How I am richer than anyone else
Little thinking of the end
Never knowing his tight rein is on Our necks
Until he drag us to our hole
We never will know
If we lived and
Whatever we lived for, a vanity
No generation will learn.