All Of Us

Some i knew and loved in cemeteries lay
And the clock on my own life keeps ticking away
We are born as mortals why otherwise pretend
And for all of us the journey in life it will end
Immortality for human beings is based on a lie
We are born for to live for awhile and then die
The Reaper of lives treats those of wealth and fame
As the town's poorest people exactly the same
Many believe in a paradise in the sky
Where good souls with wings to post bodily death does fly
Yet no deceased person has come back to tell
Of an afterlife for the soul or of a heaven or a hell
Time on our lives keeps on ticking away
And for all of us there is a last night and day.