Vanity

 

What use is a big nice house

When you can't shelter a friend in need

What use is your wonderful physique

When all that your words do is break hearts

What use is all your degrees

When you don't have the patience to teach 

What use is your expensive clothes

When you worry hugging will leave a stain

What use is all that wealth you pay

For services that bring misery to others

What use is that fame 

When you crave your own company

What use are all your achievements

Gained by putting others below.

What use is that smile of yours

Earned by bringing tears to someone's eyes.