Death Makes Us Equal Poem by Francis Duggan

Since for each one of us there's a last night and day
Death does make us equal it does seem this way
The living pauper is better off than the celebrated dead
Where there is life there is hope as has often been said
You may be a company director an aristocrat of the town
And in the World of success have carved your own renown
But the reaper on your life has the final say
And to the poor of the town make you equal one day
At the end of life's journey the monarch can only be the same
As the one who dies without a penny to his or her name
Death makes us all equal on such i believe
Though on the passing of the celebrated one many may grieve
Yes death makes us equal i hold to be true
And despite your successes it becomes your due.