Mortal Man, Thou Art Dust

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Mortal man, thou art dust

And to dust thou returneth

Even if thou body be great that

Fellow mortals stop to stare

Even if thou wit be sharp that

Fellow mortals be awed

Thou art dust, Mortal man

Naked thou were born

Naked thou in death returneth

How many gold vaults were left

Once families upon death were bereft?

When death came calling

Who tugged along their credentials?

Why then the high-handedness, mortal man?

Will thee outlast the Universe

When layer upon layer it writes its own verse?

Thou tantalize the skies with skyrockets

Why the braggadocio—will thee outlive the stars?

C’mon, Mortal man, what is it thou proveth

When a fountain thou buildeth and boasteth—

Can thee hold the firmaments?

Mortal man, thou art dust

And to dust thou returneth

Though thou be great, thou still a dust.

C) Lorot Salem 2011