The Funeral Bell Poem by Kim Jones

This song of the world,
Everyone sings,
We all know where it begins,
And how it ends,
No matter how badly we want to change it,
It's always the same,
Coming as a shock of pain,
And with the rain that falls in steady rhythm,
Breaking the crowd's hearts alike,
The slap that comes with reality,
The fear that comes with understanding,
We may all run a great race,
But the real winner in the end,
Is death.