Since we are born as mortals we eventually must die
The same for the monarch as for you and i
Like every form of life death is for us all
And for each one of us there is a final Fall
You may be one the masses do celebrate
But like the food you do eat on you a use by date
Like the flowers of the Summer we fade to decay
Our prime quickly passes as time ticks away
I envy the one who does age with grace
Who wears the age wrinkles on hands, neck and face
Who never uses hair dye to cover the gray
The one who does age in the natural way
We are born as mortals that and nothing more
Though this is something you know of and heard of before.
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