The True Egalatarian - Poem by Francis Duggan
The fact of the matter and fact never lie
Is that we eat for to live and we live for to die
Like all other life forms that swim, fly, walk or crawl
Us humans are mortals death is for us all.
The Monarch of fairness or so it does seem
Is the one known as the Grim Reaper the egalatarian supreme
Between the billionaire and the pauper he does not differentiate
He makes us all equal since death is our fate.
Our biological clocks ever ticking away
And for all of us there is a last night and day
The great gift of life is a wonderful thing
And I do hope that this will not be my last Spring.
For each one of us there is a final Fall
The Reaper eventually will pay us a call
He does not respect money or greatness or fame
The true egalatarian treats all as the same.
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