I keep thinking about a poem I read in highschool about nothing being new under heaven? or original? I cant remember the exact words and have tried searching the web but have found nothing.

any help would be great!!

You're not thinking of the book of Ecclesiates, are you?
This is Chapter 1, Verses 1-10:

1 The words of Ecclesiastes, the son of David, king of Jerusalem.

2 Vanity of vanities, said Ecclesiastes: vanity of vanities, and all is vanity.

3 What hath a man more of all his labour, that he taketh under the sun?

4 One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth standeth for ever.

5 The sun riseth, and goeth down, and returneth to his place: and there rising again,

6 Maketh his round by the south, and turneth again to the north: the spirit goeth forward surveying all places round about, and returneth to his circuits.

7 All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea doth not overflow: unto the place from whence the rivers come, they return, to flow again.

8 All things are hard: man cannot explain them by word. The eye is not filled with seeing, neither is the ear filled with hearing.

9 What is it that hath been? the same thing that shall be. What is it that hath been done? the same that shall be done.

10 Nothing under the sun is new, neither is any man able to say: Behold this is new: for it hath already gone before in the ages that were before us.

This is the Douay-Rheims translation, by the way.
Hope that was some help...

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I thank you for your time ....but no that is not it.

I remember it as being a short poem and possibly written by someone well known but, memory being what it is, this information could all be misleading.

thanks again though,

I keep on searching..

Are you thinking of Keith Preston's An Original Cuss

A real original, I think,
My friend Bill can be termed;
A smoker, not inveterate,
A drinker, not confirmed,

A hail fellow, but not well met,
A realtor, but no Babbitt;
I never knew a cuss like Bill
for cutting loose from habit.