Resigned.
There are always whisperings behind my back.Oh, I am sick of those whisperings.
What can men do? What can I do?
Each moment spent quelling these whisperings of idle persons,
Are valuable moments lost doing more important things.
Things that create value, that bring benefit to the world.
One day I'll die, and that would be the end of my toil.
While I live, let each moment be fruitful.
posted by Downhere. @ 11:55 pm
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