Here’s a piece of bad luck I’ve seen happen:A man hoards far more wealth than is good for himAnd then loses it all in a bad business deal.He fathered a child but hasn’t a cent left to give him.He arrived naked from the womb of his mother;He’ll leave in the same condition—with nothing.This is bad luck, for sure—naked he came, naked he went.So what was the point of working for a salary of smoke?All for a miserable life spent in the dark?