Death

Life is a cycle on Earth,
It's been going on for thousands of years,
Just like the season,
Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter.

You are rich or you are poor,
You can be white, black or yellow,
Maybe you are the king, the president or a star,
In the eyes of Death we are just human.

Life on Earth is just temporary,
Birth and death are daily,
It is all a matter of Time,
Before your fate takes you.

Death knows no money,
It knows no colour,
It knows no age,
Or even who and how important you are.

We are mortal with one similar agenda,
A road that all human must travel,
Death has nothing but ONE,
We are helpless when it claims our life.