Sometimes biblical poetry is beautiful artwork, like Ecclesiastes 11:9—12:14
Young people, enjoy your youth. Be happy while you are still young. Do what you want to do, and follow your heart’s desire. [..] You aren’t going to be young very long. […] Then your arms, that have protected you, will tremble, and your legs, now strong, will grow weak. Your teeth will be too few to chew your food, and your eyes too dim to see clearly. Your ears will be deaf to the noise of the street. You will barely be able to hear the mill as it grinds or music as it plays, but even the song of a bird will wake you from sleep. You will be afraid of high places, and walking will be dangerous. Your hair will turn white; you will hardly be able to drag yourself along, and all desire will be gone. We are going to our final resting place, and then there will be mourning in the streets.
Or in the immortal words of The Beastie Boys:
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