Whether

Whether my last remains are buried or to ash does burn
I am of Nature and to her i will return
In some future day whenever that will be
My best days are gone time is running out on me
I am just a mortal like a mouse or a rat
The Reaper will claim my life's breath as i were a dog or a cat
The monarch and the president on some future day
Where the earth worm lives as dead as dead will lay
It is a fact of life and fact does never lie
That they are mortals and born to die
For everyone of us there is a final Fall
There is a last night and last day for us all
The one that most do fear and none does celebrate
The Reaper of lives between all life forms does not differentiate.
Saturday, April 2, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: life and death
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