In our lives
We walk different path.
Generals, statesmen,
saints, even the Immortals,
Start out as ordinary people
Dynasties rise and fall,
Morning fades to evening.
Winds off the river
blow down trees
from former reigns.
Fame, wealth and rank
vanish away.
So do no crave these things,
Wasting your days.
Drink up and be merry!
Who can tell
where the waters carry blossoms
cast upon them?
-from the Throwaway Daughter book-
