So many i have known to the forever gone
And time on my life keeps on ticking on
Some of us take self importance that bit too far
We are not as special as we think we are
Of years of life not many of us reach four score
We live for awhile and then for us no more
It is the fear of death we only do fear
Some remembered for awhile and some forgotten in a year
For some a eulogy is never read
But to be remembered or forgotten does not matter to the dead
The Reaper does treat all lives as the same
The paupers and those of great wealth and fame
Like all other life forms the life's journey for us must end
We are only mere mortals why otherwise pretend.
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