We share one thing in common one has to agree
We all have our memories of for us what used to be
Yet in all of our lives the clocks are ticking fast
And we cannot physically live in the past
Time keeps ever ticking and ticking away
And at the stroke of midnight the past will be today
And since us humans are born to mortality
Some of us tomorrow may not live to see
And life does go on as the wise one does say
A lot of people who thought they were unexpendable In cemeteries lay
We are born to die why otherwise pretend
And the Reaper of lives is not anyone's friend
A last Winter, Spring and Summer and Fall
For the wealthy and famous like the poor since death is for all.
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