In life some are destined for greatness and some are destined to fail
And some are known and famed Worldwide and some end their lives in jail
But the facts do tell us one thing and facts do never lie
That us humans like all life forms are born for to die.
Like the great tree of the forest there's a last day for us all
To the deadly scythe of the Reaper we eventually do fall
Nature's egalitarian Reaper treats everyone as the same
He will claim the life's breath from you though you know of wealth and fame.
Some post death have become famous of their greatness unaware
Two of such that spring to mind quite readily Vincent Van Gogh and John Clare
Both were mentally unstable and poor as the word can be
Nowadays they are hailed as famous though they died in poverty.
One born to become wealthy and famous and one born to become a refugee
You can call it Karma if you so wish or you can call it destiny
But for each and everyone of us a final night and day
We are born to mortality that's life as some do say.
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