Immortality for us human beings is based on a lie
One fact of our existence is we are born to die
Death does not respect those of great wealth and fame
As the hungry and homeless it treats them as the same
The wealthy and famous many may admire
And of singing their praises none seem to tire
But death does not treat them any differently
Than those who exist in dire poverty
You may be famous and wealthy but on some night or day
The Reaper of lives will come reaping your way
And visit you uninvited and steal your life's breath
You only meet once with the monarch of death
Of all life forms including us humans from the great to the small
There is a last night and day for us all.
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