June 17, 2016 at 6:06 pm

THE LIFE OF MEN
Turning and rolling like the waves of the sea
Sun rise and set known to all
But the life of men like a wind
Knowing not its rise and set
For all the race of men in a ray, with time
becomes razed
What’s all the toil, for all will become soil
The choice of men is not in entirety that will be
spent eternity
For it has been appointed of all of his sojourn
That when the agent comes we may have
nothing to fold nor turn
And all our travails becomes a sway
Empty like a steward’s tray
All plague and title so embrace becomes worms
waste.
What then is it to say of men all his haste?
After all, swindle and taken away by death
From all our aged long dealt.