There are people dying in the World every day
In bombings and shootings and in every foul way
In accidents or illnesses, heart attack or stroke
From the sleep of death none have ever woke
Some die young in years and some live to die old
And many their life stories will never be told
The celebrity the v i p and those of wealth and fame
As well as the poor of the World life's reaper treats as the same
The great tree of the forest of old age does fall
And eventually time will take care of us all
It rusts steel and iron and becomes everyone's foe
And people age quickly as the years come and go
And the reaper of lives on some night or day
Eventually comes reaping everyone's way.
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