Vanity Poem by Adegbite Adeyinka

Vanity



Life is time hurrying to an end,
And Sun, towards the horizon, to set,
Waiting no moment, man's ways, to mend
As its chariot bears him to his rest;
The day tells this as it passes by
And night, as it hastily leaves the sky;
Life is like the fume of a fire
That fades, soon as it goes the higher.

Monday, August 19, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: vanity
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Teach us how short our life is, so that we may become wise.
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