You may have three billion worth in assets with two billion in money to spare
And be renowned far and wide as a known billionaire
But you cannot stop time on you it does tick on
And your best days in life to the forever gone
And with your money you cannot bribe the Reaper of Death
Time on you will tick on till you draw your last breath
Just like the earthworm and the one in poverty
You too have been born into mortality
Though many may claim you to be an extraordinary man
You are one like all with a given life span
Of time however long that may be
And then you become ordinary as ordinary as me
With everyone else you'll share a common fate
And that for you must be sad to contemplate.
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Francis, Your poem came up for review today. Very nice, billionaire's - Most are left with their name on a building or a street sign.