That life it is terminal is not a lie
Us human beings like all other life forms are born to die
If not of disease or illness then of old age one day
We are not in the World for an eternal stay
Though you are one who for yourself has made a name
And is materially wealthy and know of great fame
The one who treats as equal failure and success
Known to many as death you do not impress
Yes the one with the scythe of death some night or day
Without an invitation will come reaping your way
And to the fatal scythe of death you too will fall
Despite your wealth and fame you are a mortal after all
No matter what you achieve in life for you there is an end
Death does not treat anyone as a friend.
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