Death Comes To All
Death Comes to All
We’re all going to die.
No way around it.
Statistics usually lie.
Not so with death.
No vaccines will save us.
Masks can’t ward off the grim reaper.
So why make a fuss.
You can’t hide, he will find you.
War, bacteria, viruses, accidents.
Not to mention murder and suicide.
The reaper knows his calculus.
His bony hand will find you.
The river Styx is in our future.
Make sure you have the fee.
Must pay Charon that old moocher.
We all must cross that dark water.
Diets, exercise, medications.
In the end all is useless.
There can be no abrogation.
Death comes to us all.
Copyright © Oliver Mckeithan | Year Posted 2023
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