The thought haunts us for a life time
Knowing we will inevitably die,
It makes us extremely angry
And we always ask the question `Why`?
It`s like a burden we have to carry
Knowing that there is no way out,
Just like a silent ticking time bomb
That will go off without a doubt.
If we are rich or poor, sick or healthy
It ends for us all in the same way,
Health nor wealth can save us from this
For we all meet our maker one day.
As years roll by and the older we get
Time always seems to go very fast,
It always nags in the back of our mind
`Could this be the day we breathe our last`?
