i work, i get paid
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 fade
I laugh, i cry
i love, i smile
i toil, soon die
what’s all is left of life?
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life on earth is not perfect because we die.
whatever achievement you may reach – power, fame, wealth, intelligence, beauty – they all fade.