Search in vain

Good old worthless days;
When life was never lived,
Man wandered the earth,
Sponged the soil and drained the sea,
In search of happiness,
Forgetting the fount was a mount,
Bound between his body and soul,
Till death took him off,
And the earth ate him whole,
At the final gate of gold,
He realised;
His search was in vain.
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