Life after life

The old age The days where beauties fade Where energy, independence, health and bug for worldly affairs are caged Like a bird, and won't be freed until soul reaches last abode I wonder why there's such a chase after fame When only on earth it glitters like a gold I still ponder and wonder why there's such a chase after money When in the last home, it can't lighten up the night, let alone the morning I wonder why the stress for a sparkling skin When wrinkles feed on skin as the lifetime spin Fear grips, when I see humans seizing fortune by force When it has no value when soul is put to an eternal pause And hard-won life, driven by WILL Is being enjoyed by another souls under the same word WILL To you, it means more than gold, because it's an account of your life WILL To them, your sweat they enjoy after you passed only form a part of theirs Oh my fellow young souls! My dears Why put your golden years? And last home in danger To feed a flesh and life that's fleeting and won't help in danger.