Lost not your soul in luxury oh man
When life's riches become manned by thee
For in luxury comes man's forgetfulness
Of his source
And in his merriment comes
Sudden plunder

But life itself is but a while
In it contains things for a while
And man longeth for riches of it
Only to labour in vain for life's gift

More of a requisite than of fact
Only two things keep life itself moving
The change which is constant
And the future which is unpredictable

But death will always makes its sting
To its rhythm comes dancable strings
Only to the sane a poisoned gesture
But to the labourers of wealth a delicacy

A time death swallows all in rage
But a quick death is nothing
But a cheat on nature