The old person nowadays a young person not that long ago
Eventually time becomes everyone's foe
The paupers, the homeless and those of money and fame
By the Reaper of lives are treated as the same
That we are only mere mortals is not a lie
And like all other life forms we are born to die
Our biological clocks ever ticking away
And for all of us there is a last night and day
The Reaper of lives any life does not spare
Money cannot save from death the known billionaire
Millions of people are born and die every year
And our date with the Reaper the most of us does fear
And how would we know of a heaven or hell
If any deceased person of their existence has not come back to tell?
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