No man is completely fit

NO MAN IS COMPLETELY FIT ( Onyenekperechi ) No man is completely fit Strong enough to exist without exit Often we sit close to the deep pit Falling low at the slightest hit The healthy man does not push death away Likewise the sick man does not make it stay Death looks for all made of clay Bringing them to lowliness with their decay The young is old enough to die To lie in state is a position anyone can vie That I will die is a truth I can't turn to a lie Death is a belt that I must tie The next second is uncertain Can turn gain into pain Can deprive a ship of its captain Can take away that which you cannot regain Waste no time in doing the good The standing tree will soon become wood The handsome man is already termites' food The living man running out of blood