Sunday, 14 July 2013


Vanity, vanity says the preacher,
What does man gain from all his labour
At which he toils under the sun?
Generations come and generation go,
But the earth remain forever,
The eye never has enough of seeing,
Nor the ear its fill of hearing.

Vanity, vanity says the preacher,
A man may do his work with wisdom
Knowledge and skill, and when death comes,
Then he must leave all he owns to
 Someone who has not worked for it,
There is no remembrance of men of old,
And those who are yet to come will not
Be remembered by those who follow.

Vanity, vanity says the preacher,
Naked a man comes from his mother’s womb,
And as he comes, so he departs,
He takes nothing from his labour
That he can carry in his hands,
This is why doing good is better than riches, because
Man born of woman is of few days.

Vanity, vanity says the preacher,
Time and tide waits for no one,
You do not know what will happen to you tomorrow,
You are a mist that appears for a little while and varnishes,
Death is a price that all mankind will pay,
No man knows when his hour will come.

Vanity, vanity says the preacher,
Let those who are rich in this present world,
Not to neither be arrogant nor put their hope in wealth,
Which is so uncertain, therefore do good and be rich
In good deeds, in this way you will lay up treasure for
Yourself for the coming age, so that you may take
Hold of the life that is truly life.

By -Bolatito
© (Bolatito .c. Peter) (2013)

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