’tis All A Chasing After Wind (Ecclesiastes 2)

All human toil seems meaningless; The time we have is not endless; Our labor’s fruits, we may not eat; For long, we can’t sit in our seat! Death comes to both fool and the wise; All die, both virtuous and with vice; All earthly feats just go to rot; Every event is soon forgot! Life seems futile to pauper, king Joy cannot last from anything; Akin the fool, the wise too die, As both perish, forgotten lie! Pleasures don’t last for long on earth Wine inebriates not for long; Our health or wealth, we leave behind; Both great and small will have to die!