The End Poem by Phil Soar

Why wallow in self-pity when the world can do it for you?
Why seek some comfort from a god, who never really saw you?
Why hold your expectations higher than you need to do?
When all around you races by, and life is nothing new.

You've seen it all before in many years of expertise
You daily fear the future, knowing it will end in tears
For nothing has such impact, as the end of all you're worth
You may feel you're invincible, but in the end there's earth

And nothing to return to but the soil.