From the womb we came,
And to the grave we belong;
All waste, worldly fame,
All waste, the materialistic things we long.
Easily filled, the the place in the world you made,
At a time your existence forgotten;
For you, people's feelings will fade,
The time tells this, your insignificance sorten.
The world will move on,
After you're no longer here;
The people who once for you mourned,
Hardly will remember you, let alone shed a tear.
©saadat
S