We always hear them
Say “I am busy.”
So busy that they do not
Have time to rest and enjoy.
While we cannot carry
The fruits of our labour
Into the grave, we have
All the time to sleep there.
“All is vanity,” said the preacher.
All – everything is vanity.
As a youth I dedicated myself
To finding the meaning of life.
And now I know that as
Long as death lingers on
Life has no meaning.
And there are certainly no rewards
The only reward is here and now.
Let us eat good food and drink good wine
And continue to make passionate love.
For tomorrow, only our bones remain.
Beware! The emptiness of a busy life.