Eventually Our Turn

Tomorrow will dawn when this day is done
For many people but not for everyone
For some people today will be their last living day
Since the Reaper of lives on all lives has the say
Between the old and the young, the wealthy, unknown and the poor and the great
Death that claims all lives does not differentiate
It does even choose some of the healthy in their physical prime
For all of us of living there is a given time
The praises of death by anyone never sung
Though it does not differentiate between the old and the young
It's victims in the cemeteries of the World do lay
Our great gift of life is not with us for to stay
That we are born to mortality is not a lie
Eventually our turn will come for to die.