Since eventually we all do run out of time
For every rhymer there will be a last rhyme
Our biological clocks are ever ticking away
And for all of us there is a last night and day
A last night and day for the president, the celebrity, the monarch and the pope
Just as a last night and day for those struggling to cope
The people who only do know life as tough
The homeless, the stateless and hungry who live and sleep rough
Whatever our achievements or lack of our lives journeys come to an end
Since we are all born to die why otherwise pretend
A lot of known to be wealthy and famous people in life in cemeteries lay
The Reaper of lives makes all equal one day
At midnight this evening today will be gone
And the clock on our lives ever keeps ticking on.
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