Vanity it is called
Same till the day I will go
Upon my life is the day of unknown
The unwelcome visitor
Are you ready?
To drink the cup filled with bitterness?
Ready or not, rich or poor
Healthy or sick, great or small
You shall bath in the water
And drink the empty cup of life
Oh! What a world of vanity!
Vanity!
Oh! It is vanity
Embracing mortal things
My ears are deaf to the instruments
But the trumpet shall sound
I enjoy the world I live
Considering not what comes when I leave
Oh! See the crack!
Upon the unshaken wall!
What remains in it?
What glory?
On that day, it shall fall.
Glory remains in the glorified
Life remains in the lifeless
Like corns on the field
Picked by bird
Life remains meaningless
We are still on the race
Ready to win the marathon
But thorns are on our way
The thorns of the wicked and of Time
Assuming it is time
And the breath is taking away
Will I inherit The Kingdom?
Written by: Adenugba Temitope Theresa
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson
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