Death Comes To Us All

Death comes to the living at the end of their life
It happens to the husband and it happens to the wife
It happens to the girl and it happens to the boy
Some granted a short spell for to live and enjoy,
It happens to the child and the woman and man
Rigor mortis sets in at the end of our span
And though they pray all the harder when they know death to them is near
One would think good people who believe in the hereafter the reaper would not fear
Still the latent fear in them till their own end does remain
That death is forever they will not live again
For all living things there's an end of life's line
And the fate of the butterfly will one day be mine
At the end of life death comes to us all
We return to earth like the leaves of the fall.

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