We Soon Grow Old And Weary

We soon grow old and weary for fleeting is our prime
And time's waters wipe our footprints from the unending sands of time
The immortal names were mortals they  too grew old and died
And a lot have been forgotten since Christ was crucified.

Full of our self importance we think that we are great
And it does seem that our egos are not hard to inflate
You will not find much humility where arrogance abound
Still in the graveyards of the World egos are not to be found.

I cannot have that much time left I'm in my sixtieth year
And i must be quite a cowardly one 'tis the fear of death i do fear
I will die when i can't help it whenever that will be
Since that is up to the reaper it is not up to me.

Why bother for to tell me of how marvellous you are
And good luck to you is all i can say if you own an expensive car
And good luck to you if you are the C E O of a big company
Society would see you as a success and big brother would agree.

We soon grow old and weary and time is not our friend
And we are not that important so why should we pretend
That we are superior to all other life forms since we too have to die
The reaper who claim all life forms will claim the life of you and i.