We All One Day

We all one day become the victims of time
And for all of us there is a final rhyme
For whether it be sooner or be late
On all of us there is a use by date.

For all of us death is one certain fate
The unknown and the famous and the great
Death is the one thing that makes equal of all
To the sharp scythe of the reaper we must fall.

The truth is we are born for to die
Death is for all as well as you and i
To Mother Nature we must return one day
And in her earthy bosom we will lay.

We are mere mortals why should we pretend
One day for everyone there is an end
The reaper on us has the final say
That's how it is and 'twill always be this way.