Personal Thoughts

Ha, sad to imagine the demise
Of my literary existence.
Scary to imagine the fate
Of my academic garden of Eden.
The tree of knowledge that stood me out;
Appetising fruits sacked in shelves
I move in, to peep and take a bite daily
From my sumptuous table of belles-lettres
Then I wonder about my offspring's choice
Destinies dressed in academic delicacies
What of non-academic delicacies?
From offspring who share different aspirations?
I am perturbed asa civilised but sinful Adam
As I inquire from Solomon, my grand child
Natural fruits and Adamic delicacies
I could not help but wonder aloud:
Could all of these be called vanity?