Yella.

A certain man was uncertain,
Of things.
Some of a high degree
Some of the low.
They are together lies and vanity

Altogether vanity.
May be,it did matter

This certain man walked the shore
Near the Oceans.
A thorn pricked his toe
And a wound he did bore
There was uncertain blood flow

Altogether vanity.
May be,it did matter as it hurt

This uncertain man grew old
In his own fold.
Sometimes he looked at the skies
Sometimes at the floor of the shore
He just stood in all certainty,thanking.
Vanity all together.
What mattered is it would not hurt.

DAVIDJEEVRAJ. PUNE. 04102016