Work

The man was not born of love,
save for his own destiny.
He strived for a better living,
a heaven of his own liking.

Life though, had a will of its own,
a conflict of his dream and reality.
And for the life long quest for immortality,
his work, he thought will be weighed in gold.

But the dream collapsed,
the earth gave way below his feet.
His acumen and know-how,
deserted him in the moment of need.

The fleeting glimpse became a reality,
as his dream continued for a lifetime.
And he gained immortality,
as love became his life's work.

(now read the lines again, with work replacing love... and vice versa)