Oh, Mother Life

Life is what struggles eternally
For the undying realm of happiness
Yet now, still needs some support
Namely, food, fight, and procreation.

Falling for the charms of food, fun, & fame,
Subjects human beings to all kinds of stress.
Their superiority to animals is most miraculous
In how much more enslaved by sensual fluff.

Having achieved this level of life we carry on
Passing beyond minor and major defilements
Till reaching life's timeless-complete end,
In harmony with "God" -- entering Nibbana.