Since we are mere mortals why otherwise pretend
Life's so called winners and losers all lose in the end
A fact of human life and facts never lie
That sooner or later our fate is to die
The great and the wealthy may enjoy their fame
But like the homeless and penniless they will die just the same
To the scythe of the Reaper the big egos fall
At the end of life's journey death is for all
The tag of winner and loser us humans create
But Nature's Reaper does not differentiate
Between the wealthy and the famous and the poor of the town
With his mighty scythe he cuts the big egos down
The poor homeless pauper one common fate will share
With the monarch and the president and the billionaire.
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