All the voices here today,
Sooner or later fade away.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Days of joy, days of sorrow.
I think it's right, all is vanity,
And when we are gone, no memory.
So I'll praise Him, while on His earth,
Knowing that,in Him, is my worth.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Good write 2.
Very true. Thank you.
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