The biological clock is becoming my foe
And only in memory i can go to the long ago
And though like many i too would love to turn back the hands of time
Only the memories left to me of my long gone prime
We receive from life what is only our due
And make the most of your lot in life only seems true
In the end to the scythe of the Reaper we eventually must fall
And he is the greatest egalatarian of all
Since the greatest are born to be mortals why otherwise pretend
Death awaits us all at our life's journey's end
The billionaire then no greater than the refugee
Or the homeless one living in dire poverty
So live in the now make the most of your day
Time does not wait for us it does seem this way.
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