Our desire for recognition gives rise in us the need
That to be considered worthy in life we must succeed
For promotion in our place of work with others we compete
Failure is hard to swallow and success does taste sweet
But i ask myself the question what is success anyway
When for each and everyone of us a final night and day
The successful and the failures seem equal at the end
Since we are only mortals why otherwise pretend
We are born to live and then to die and when the life from us has gone
Life in the World of Planet Earth without us will go on
We are conditioned to compete with each other that's how it would seem to me
And only in the cemeteries you will find equality
So to the Mr Reaper my toasting glass I'll raise
He is a true egalitarian and well worthy of praise.
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