Greater than my ancestors, possessing all my wits;
I desired what I espied, acquiring all of it.
Pleasure wasn’t just from stuff, in toil I found it, too.
Though rewarding, this as well, could not chase off the blues.
All my deeds and all they brought were vanity and loss.
There is nothing to be gained as worker or as boss.
Image: Anton Moller, 17th Century
Source: Ecclesiastes 2:9-11
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
Tune: F. J. Haydn, 1732-1809
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