'All is vanity', the wisest man said,
An endless pursuit of fleeting dreams.
A lost flight where Man's desires tread
Nothing is enough, so it seems,
Wealth, fame, and the world's applause-
Blind us from the real worth of things,
When reaching the top reveals it's a loss,
Emptiness so dark, it's overwhelming.
For vanity is Self love that just consumes,
Never at peace, always craving for more.
Devours the person as Obsession assumes
Enthrones the Self that it adores.
Most good things in life aren't things,
They're the loved ones we have and cherish.
Happiness in the heart that keeps on giving
The best and the good, its enduring wish.
All rights reserved ~~~Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~06.14.15
6/24/2015 11: 25: 00 AM POEM: Vanity by Cynthia BuhainBaello | Delete this message Bea Beautiful poem. A self free of vanity is a happy self. This is the first time I read your poem and very glad for it. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only the word Bea I wanted to delete. But of course the site computer does what it wants to do.