So many great achievements
Won at the hand of envy
Leaving the achiever empty
The record stands
But the man
Stands in a void
All the accolades
Great heights of success
Gold heaped up to the roof
Mountain tops of glory
Just like the wind
Who can grasp it
Or oil
Running through your fingers
When you place your life at the centre
It slips through unnoticed
No true colours
No lasting mark
What stands the test of time
What passes from this life to the next?


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