Is the destiny of mankind, In the modern day, To die glued to a hospital bed? Bravery and honor dashed by father time, Taken away by ageing reapers hands, Time spent in final moments, A normal day like any other, Yet it is the last of days. Spent with such brevity, As if there would be more. Maybe this is the fate of modern man. To not be felled by blade or bullet, Only felled by failure of organs. Yet the mind stayed intact. A young mans mind in an aging body. Is it the fate that awaits us all?