Fleeting Beauty

i work, i sleep
i get sick, i get old
am to die.

the future comes,
the present goes,
and all past things,
no matter how cherished,
still wane

i laugh, i cry
i love, i smile
soon to expire
what’s all is left of life?

life on earth is not perfect because we die.
whatever achievement you may reach – power, fame, wealth, intelligence, glory – they all fade.
and that’s the beauty of it – life is fleeting so we need to make most out of it.

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