As Mortal As You Or As I

The baby who was born into life today
The biological clock on his or her life already ticking away
And though perhaps decades of birthdays ahead to celebrate
The father of time for anyone does not wait
And how quickly indeed the decades go by
On looking back in time it does seem to fly
And the Seasons they come and the Seasons they go
And the child to an adult in twenty years grow
Between our twentieth and thirtieth year we are in our life's prime
Till eventually we become victims of time
To the scythe of the Reaper we eventually do fall
There is a last day and last night for us all
The Monarch and the President are as mortal as you or as I
And the longer we live the sooner we must die.