Sunday, January 17, 2016
What's Life About One Has To Ask
What's life about one has to ask since we are born to die
The same for the monarch and president as the likes of you and I
The Reaper of lives is not one to respect money or fame
The lives of the paupers and the billionaires he does treat as the same.
We are born as mere mortals why otherwise pretend
The life journey for everyone has one day got to end
In death everyone becomes equal that's how 'twill always be
And time does not wait for anyone like it does not wait for me.
Our biological clocks are ticking and they tick and tick away
And every day we wake to see is one nearer our last day
Like all other life forms of the World from the great to the small
The last night and the last day has to be lived by all.
So many for money and fame and material gain with each other compete
And success can inflate the ego and give rise to self conceit
But it all does come to nothing or so 'twould seem to me
For like every other life form we are born to mortality.
Topic(s) of this poem: life