Some people i have known are deceased today
Though till my own death memories of them with me are bound to stay
The life journey for any two not exactly the same
Perhaps this is called destiny for want of a better name
Immortality for us human beings is based on a lie
Like all other life forms we are born to die
We age rather quickly beyond our physical prime
And eventually we all do run out of time
In the not distant future on some night or day
The reaper of lives will come reaping my way
From the scythe of death there is nowhere to hide
The reality of mortality it cannot be denied
Some people i have known i will never more see
And what has become of them will also become of me.
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