We'Re All Going To Die In The End Poem by Kylie Pastor

I thought of myself as the luckiest person in the world,
until,
It came to me.
We're all going to die in the end.
I can't be the luckiest person forever, but
just for one moment can I be perfect?
No body is perfect but
why not?
Because we're all going to die in the end.
Everything you've worked for in one life, Is gone.
So you've gone to Harvard,
for what?
You'll still end up in heaven or hell.
You could be a homeless man,
and your going to end up the same place as a harvard man.
Heaven or Hell.
So why waste troubles when you'll end up no matter what you do?
Why do anything with your life?
Because we're all going to die in the end.