'Tis the fear of fear that's how 'twould seem to be
The thought of death is worrying to me
The clock of time keeps on ticking away
Today for many is their life's final day
Many laud the high achievers but why bother to pretend
That such things do matter at life's journey's end
The Reaper treats the billionaires and those in poverty
As he does all other sorts of life forms equally
The praises of the Reaper few do ever sing
The fear of death it is a fearful thing
But for everyone and everyone means all
There is a first Spring and a final Fall
I fear death most since the deceased have not returned to tell
Of the existence of a Heaven or a Hell.
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