OF WHAT USE?

Man born of a woman is full of troubles,
Yes, even everyday life is often filled with struggles,
The struggle to pay the rent, the car note, 
The phone bills, the electric bills, while keeping up,
Like a vessel on a sea, we feel afloat,
And in the midst of all these, some give-up,

But as I contemplated on the vanity of mortality;
The fact that man's subject to an ephemeral entity-
We are here today and tomorrow we pass away,
To make ends meet, we arise early each day,
Hustle, bustle, and struggle, work hard just for survival,
After much meditation on this, I ask a question,

Of what use?
Is it for a man to pass through life,
Without fulfilling his destiny, living an unfulfilled, wasted life,
This is no question with intention to stump you,
 Neither is one that is meant to upset you,
But a question made to change and "up-set you,"

So I ask again, of what use?
Is it for you to misuse, refuse and abuse,
God's purpose for your life, living in constant carnality,
Getting stuck in the rat race, living in superficiality,
Isn't there more to life than just chasing waterfalls?
Isn't there more to life than just chasing pitfalls?

Think about it, of what use?
Is it for you to live a care-free life,
Ignorant of meaning, living in constant bitterness and strife,
Over the things you couldn't achieve,
Over the things your perceived,
Were rightfully yours; please learn to let go,
And at the end of this piece, here's what you should know-

There's more to life than just having a wife and family,
How about destiny, integrity, fidelity, morality, humility and legacy,
There's more to life than sex, drugs, alcohol and riotous living,
That is not life, that's just wasting away,
Please wake up!
For some day, all of this we see today, this world we live in, would be given-up,
And then in the realm of eternity, some where beyond this life, where fame, name and fortune,
Become irrelevant, where even the rich, prestigious, wealthy and those opportune,
Will become nameless, somewhere beyond the vanities of life, if you live recklessly,
Your soul will lie in its place of final abode, restlessly,
As it battles with this question, OF WHAT USE?