22What do
mortals get from all the toil and strain
with which they toil
under the sun?
In the course of life
Of necessity we ask
Is my life worth it
Pyramids crumble
And disappear in the
sands
From which they
derived
Can we really gain
Any real lasting
value
From all our labors
Mountains disappear
In the mantle of the
earth
And we built to last
Given enough time
Traces of humanity
Will cease to exist
Work amounts to zilch
Something to occupy
time
Of no real value
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