Of The Praises Of Death Poem by Francis Duggan

Of the praises of death you will not hear many sing
But after all it is not such a bad thing
For death does not differentiate between the wealthy celebrity
And the homeless one living in dire poverty
For the wealthy too there is a last night and day
From death for them nowhere for to hide away
Death is for the unknown and for the great
The people the admirers love to celebrate
The one with the scythe of death any life does not spare
And does not differentiate between the life of the pauper and the billionaire
Death to anyone is never a friend
Our journey in life eventually comes to an end
Death does not ignore the wealthy side of the town
And is not one who respects those of wealth and renown.