Since much of work is hateful toil,(a product of the fall),
if I can’t keep what I have earned, why work for it at all?
Each foolish heir who gets a share will spend it carelessly.
So piling up what’s to be lost is only vanity.
The lazy one (a daughter, son, a widow, niece or knave)
who does not work cannot deserve the wealth that I have made.
My life’s been strain with days of pain and nights of sleepless fret.
Vexation and great evil can leave nothing but regret.
I turn to think of food and drink as gifts from God above.
For me to find enjoyment in, accepting them as love.
So let the sinners pile it up for folks who please the Lord.
When it’s all spent then I’ll relent from heaping up a hoard.
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Source: Ecclesiastes 2: 18-26
Text: David Alexander, 2022 CC BY-SA NC 4.0
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