Vanity like all other things, Has crept into our everyday lives, And corrupted the processes of our well being. Eating up vital aspects of our time kin, Sending the wrong signals of the purpose of our existence. True, we delight in fancy delicates and rich fares which life has to offer; Perhaps, those fine leather boots or that smooth fur; Those silk scarves and wide brimmed hats; Fine French wines and cream gateaux! Also, we don’t forget the ice-creams with so many flavors to try; that our eyes glisten with tears and so we begin to cry, Not from pain but of sheer delight and pure pleasure! To allow the substance of vanity to rule your subconscious and rob you of your true existence, Is like deliberately placing your hands on hot searing coals, And pretending that it’s burning heat does more good than harm; Most especially, when the scars are so evident on your bank account, And can be eventually seen on the scathed reins with which you pull your destiny! Written By Ewoma