We Are Born As Mortals

To a  ripe old age on medication doctors may keep you alive
Years beyond when you have lost your sexual drive
But the Reaper he  claims every life  in the end
We are born as mortals why otherwise pretend

That we are anything other than that since  this would be a lie
Like all other life forms we are born to die
For all of us there is a last night and day
With each day that we  live our life ebbing away

The wealthy one  may outlive  the one in poverty
But money from death will not save you as you will die eventually
And whether our remains are buried or in a crematorium to ashes do burn
We are born of Nature and to her we  return

You well may live for to be a ripe old age
But like  the big book life has a final page
You will die though you may live well beyond of years the  four score
Since Nature the only one to live forever more.