Meet the madman walking aimlessly,
he at times talks sense.
Meet the little children joyful playing,
They know nothing about the future horrors.
And the elderly puzzled about this generation,
they say will they nurture the next generation.
Meet the poor man,he labour's all-day,
but has nothing to show off.
Meet their mother she labour's all-day to see them happy but non is grateful for her hard work.
The wise,fools,rich and poor are all met by the same fate.
Death!
The philosopher was right.
Indeed life is useless.
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Poetry
PoetryThe contradictory life we were born and still live in and it's mysterious frustrations but picking the good is worth living for
