Rumors Are Rumors

Of rumors of the end of the World what have you to fear
When every day we live to death we draw near
The end of our life is the end of the World for us all
This applies to all life forms the great and the small

Long after the breath of life from you has gone
Life on the Planet will surely go on
That us humans are mere mortals happens to be true
Death in the end it is only our due

Like the food we do eat on us all a use by date
Death it is for the unsung and the great
Though in life for yourself a name you have made
Your fame in time from history eventually will fade

Like the Seasons of Nature to life we come and go
Time it eventually does become our foe
Of rumors of the end of the world we read of and hear
But rumors are rumors and what's in them to fear.