Man

Man is a sad reality Today he's born Tomorrow he's gone And in between lies utter vanity. Man is a compound complexity Such mystery sends cold spines Round aching bones to my reckless heart. Man is a bunch of sorrow From birth to death Throughout his journey on the earth. Death is a necessary evil We don't want it but we expect it The dust is his final summit All his life on the anvil. Now here's the summary In all your getting, get wisdom But it is the fear of the Lord That is the beginning of wisdom And to eschew evil is understanding. Let us therefore live right Since such sad reality encompass us That man is born to die.