Time as ever does keep on ticking away
And for all of us there is a last night and day
The fact is we are born as mortals and fact never lie
And the longer you live the sooner you will die
You may be a person of great wealth and fame
But the Reaper of lives will treat you as the same
As the poor one who lives on the poor side of the town
In poverty and as a stranger to renown
Life is the greatest gift anyone does possess
Far greater than any other form of success
The poorest one in the town is far better off today
Than the wealthiest one who with the deceased does lay
Though life on you is very tough do not contemplate suicide
Leave it to the Reaper of lives your end to decide.
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