Age Is A Leveler Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

Age is the great leveler
Smoothing out life's mountains
Even those who scaled high peaks
May drink from its fountains

Timid ones who never could
Leave their dusty corner
Find when evening falls on life
All have the same mourner

Some of us know endless nights
Some are blessed with slumber
Yet when dusk throws down its veil
Each gets the same number

Harvest scythes begin to rise
Youth's fair dreams recurring
Standing by the curtained wall
Death achievements blurring

Medals, handcuffs fall away
Heroes just like losers
All sit down on level ground
Where there's no accuser

Then by clasping bony hands
Huddling close together
All meet looking eye to eye
Freed from worldly tether

Comes a time to everyone
When it does not matter
What they did or failed to do
Shedding those old tatters

Age is the great leveler
Smoothing out life's mountains
Even those who scaled steep peaks
Will drink from its fountain.