THE harp like strings of destiny Stretched taut awhile, then broke,
So life gives o’er the battle
To death’s relentless stroke.
What’s wealth with all its glitter
When the sands of life are spent?
It cannot unfold the curtain
Of that solitary tent.
Fame is just a tempting bauble
That comes when least we call,
And fate stands thus dividing
Rain and roses ’mongst us all.
Life is just a ............