Found and Lost
I saved many of my data as my treasure
Thinking I own them permanent for pleasure
And one day I found them invalid whatsoever
Should I preserve them in print, on paper
And keep them in a safe or museum for ever
But wouldn’t they turn dust or vapour?
The things I take as so sure and valuable
May be found out to be ever unavailable
Which makes me nihilistically miserable
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Author:
arobot (
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I really liked this piece, and it is so true. We must never put things first in our lives, because when we die we cannot take them with us. Everything will eventually turn to dust. Again, this piece was very enjoyable.
Put and keep the Lord first in your life.
Persistence is key
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