O Ye Beautiful Being!

Whence doth thou come and whither art thou bound?

From ashes doth thou rise and to ashes thou be ground.

Encompassed in between is the odyssey through pleasures and griefs,

Merely that is howst thy life clocks around for a time so brief.

But what matters though is not the brevity of life,

Rather the quality summed up by thy virtues and vice.

Blessed with the percipience of right and wrong thou art,

Besides being the chauffeur of thy own life’s car.

 

Despair thus not when life takes a turn so mean,

‘Cause as thou sow so shall thou reap

Follows thee as in and out of the world thou creep...