Death has no favourites, it does not choose
If you're addicted to drugs, *** or boose
It does not matter if you're a saint or a sinner
If on earth you were a loser, or a winner
Whether you **** a million or one
Whether you are a daughter, or a son
Whether you fell into despair, or had fun
Whether you walked through life, or chose to run
It is done...
No judgment, no afterlife
Just a corpse on the ground, bringing sadness and freight
Nobody can help it, nobody can stop it
Whether you embrace it on earth, or escape it in a rocket
Those who attempt to cheat death
Whether they helped the poor, or committed theft
They all come to the same realisation
Living forever was only in their imagination
Is it pre-decided, is it fate?
People always ponder these things, when it is too late
We see it everyday, take its course all around us
from your family and friends, to the guy you saw once on the public bus
It does not discriminate, it doesn't base off character
Though there is a large difference, in those who greet it with tears or Those who do with laughter
Whether you wanted to be a superhero, billionaire or a witch
Or if you owned a Billy Mays endorsed 'Handy Switch'
There is no reaper, no cloak no scythe
Just a soul, who meets the end of their life
Try as you might
You can't keep your loved ones out of death's sight
So instead of reminiscing on the past
Realise that this soul is not the last
Instead, enjoy your life while you have it
Do what you love, don't fall into a sadness pit
Plant the seeds of the garden of your legacy
Instead of getting anxiety over the things you cannot forsee
Do something meaningful other than reading poems on a website
And make the best of life, before death takes out your light.