The thing that strikes you today,
That monument that is grand,
Is here for a moment's stay,
Then Time swallows it and it's gone!
The thing that you just achieved,
When you thought you bested the world,
Is even more short lived,
For such are the memories of men!
The recognition for which you crave,
That fleeting validation -
Who is it saying you are great?
For their sojourn is just as brief!
We hurtle from the day we are born,
Caught as if in a strong current;
The river of Time sweeps us all,
Inexorably to our deaths!
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