That celebrities live on in history well may be so
But like everyone else to life they do come and from life they do go
Since the Reaper of lives treats everyone as the same
The poor and the humble and those of money and fame
You may be one that the masses celebrate
And see you as one worthy to be called great
But to the scythe of the Reaper you are destined to fall
Born to mortality does go for all
Are we any different to the cow or the dog or the sheep?
Since an appointment with Life's Reaper we have no choice but to keep
Like me as for them there's a last night and day
Whenever this will be the Reaper has the say
The wealthy and celebrated no different to me
Since they too have been born to mortality.
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