Die I Must One Day Poem by Francis Duggan

I hate the very thought of dying but die i must one day
Since death is one fact in our lives on which we do not have a say
I hope for to cling on to life for as long as i can
And without pain die in my sleep as a very old man
Some night or day we all must face our immortality
And whether i am buried or cremated seems all the same to me
Like the monarch and the president to the Reaper's scythe i will fall
We are mere mortals nothing more and death is for us all
I fear the very thought of dying in most a common fear
I hope to live to hear the blackbird sing in the Spring of next year
In the late Autumn of my life my best years are long gone
But i love life much as i fear death and i hope to live on
Until to the Reaper's scythe i will fall whenever that will be
And the same for the president and the monarch as is for you and me.