“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #6: (g) transient, (h) vain
All life, they say, is transient—
All pride, they say, is vain.
In age we wonder where Time went—
It’s not hard to explain.
It’s gone the way of every dream,
Of each preceding breath.
It’s lost along the route we take
From birth to age to death.
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