In life 'twould seem of certainty there is no such a thing
And how can you say what the future to you is going to bring
Our prime years just a decade we soon grow weak and old
We are ninety per cent water or so we have been told
Our reason for having children stimulated by our sexual drive
Is our idea of mortality that our genes should survive
In the future generations our egos will live on
In others that part of us will exist when the life breath from us has gone
Why worry about the future we can only live in the now
To time the master of us all we eventually must bow
We worry what others think of us our egos built on self esteem
Though what others think of you is their business not yours at least that's how it does seem
In life there is really one true fact and fact as we know does not lie
That us humans are born as mortals and mortals are born to die.
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