Am I Any Different To The Rabbit Or Hare

Though the ravages of time on me physically show So little of life and of Nature I know What hair I have on my head is looking rather gray And clearly I have known a far better day. This Planet with other life forms we do share Am I any different to the rabbit or hare? Like them I was born to live and then die The facts tell us that and facts never lie. The praises of celebrities and V I P's we may sing But for them like the bird there is a final Spring Like the cricket who lives in the crack in the wall To the scythe of the Reaper we too have to fall. We honour those that we look up to as great And their successes see fit for to celebrate But they are mere mortals despite their renown They too have to die like the poor of the town. If tomorrow I don't wake to the light of day You who do know of me of me only say He lived and then died like the rose of the Fall But in life he believed on a fair go for all.