Like Everyone Else Poem by Francis Duggan

You may be the wealthiest one in the town
And that in itself a big claim to renown
But to the scythe of the reaper you too have to fall
For you too have been born to die after all.

Of singing your praises some can't seem to tire
And you are a person so many admire
But the praises of others can go to one's head
Whoever first said that a truth surely said.

Your children in a high class boarding school enjoying the privileged life
And you buy a new mercedes every year for your wife
You have achieved the dream you set out to pursue
That money speaks every language as always is true.

In the wealthy suburb where you do reside
The home gardens always flowering the tree lined streets are wide
In your side of town a poor person one never meet
They live poor and hungry on Poverty Street.

With your life's achievements don't get carried away
For success swells the ego as some are known to say
Death makes us all equals the Reaper doesn't lie
And like everyone else you were born to die.