A merchant fallen from fortune
Might find a mere basement before his eyes
And a man safe in his lover’s arms
Might find himself alone when she dies
A king commanding a kingdom
Might find himself thrown out on his arse
And a beautiful woman of elegance
Might find herself horribly scarred
A city overlooking a river
Might find itself flooded and drowned
And a castle safe on the cliffs
Might face tremors and come crumbling down
A keeper who tends to his bees
Might find them all wiped out by disease
And a bard who depends on his fame
Might be forgotten in song and in name
One thing is for certain in life
That nothing is ever so safe as it seems.
All hearts stop beating, all bodies grow old
All beauty is fleeting, all heat goes cold.
The only strength that always remains true
Is to adapt and survive with empty hands
For you never know, when it will be you
Dispossessed and disowned of your power and lands
Human dignity – ah what a noble attitude!
But Nature is a mocking skull, who laughs at our finitude.