The Life of Man
Man is born free And everywhere he is in chains Man sprouts as a sturdy tree And his days are all but pains Man's many desires are his curse Greed, lust and pain his bane Man's wants never meets his purse Needs are met only in pain A man is rich and has it all Pride, arrogance and haughtiness his face Pompous and spiteful he goes about his call Death at length becomes his case A man is poor and has but nothing Humility and want are but his face Lowly and poor he goes about his thing Death at length becomes his case Man's fleeting life is his only truth The good die off early and young His impermanence is his only fruit The wicked stay up and live long All men have but a choice God beckons, everyday He calls All men must heed this voice To gain eternal life, else fall.