Wanting a lot from life;
The beauty of its countenance,
The joy of its pleasantries
And the treasures in its core.
The sweetness in its taste,
The greatness of its riches,
The wealth in its transactions
And the rationality of its goals.
The might of its structures,
The loving sight of its nature,
The ecstasy in its frivolity
And the pleasures of its gift.
But like flower,they'll wither,
Like paint,they'll fade away,
Like breathe,they'll cease
And like shadows,they'll disappear on the last day!
