From the Jara Sutta of the Atthakavagga

by lonesomeyogurt

 Daphne Todd's Last Portrait of Mother

How short this life!

You die within a hundred years.

But even if you live on, old age still claims you.

People grieve for what they call mine,

for nothing held onto is constant,

and nothing can be constantly held onto.

Seeing this state of deprivation simply as it is,

what use is the household life?

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