With Many Of Us

With many of us our idea of success based on the accumulation of money and that is not a lie
Yet we are born as helpless and hairless and as helpless and hairless some of us die
Some of our wars based on borders and some of our wars based on God
And in our behaviour in many ways we seem rather odd
Yet time on the greatest does even take toll
As ageing and death is beyond our control
And from the dreaded Grim Reaper your money will not buy you time
He take the young, middle aged and the old and those in their life's prime
And since like all other life forms death is for us all
To his sharp scythe eventually the greatest does fall
Yet all one can do is live good as one can
For to be a good woman or to be a good man
And though those with kindness and compassion may not become well known
Of them one can say in a 'class of their own'.