Sunday, May 19, 2013

Eventually To Die

We come to life of others pleasure and pain
And someone's loss becomes another's gain
In our young years we daydream of wealth and fame
But at the end for all of us the same
Though he was one who had lived for eighty years
At the news of the President's death many people are in tears
They weep for a person they never met and only knew to see
Their grief at his passing strange to cynical old me
At the ways of people my wonder only grow
Why some do weep for one they did not know
As if he was a dear departed friend
Does seem way beyond me for to comprehend
The celebrity is a mortal just like you and i
One born to life eventually to die.

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