At Life's Journey's End

In humanity no such a thing as a superior breed Since red is the blood we all shed when we bleed We are all born as mortals and all mortals do die The same for the wealthy celebrities as for you and i For all of us there is this last living night and day Death is the great equalizer in truth one can say Everyday Life's Reaper claims the lives of people Worldwide From the one with the scythe of death there is nowhere to hide You may be born to die young or live to die old And you may be one whose life story Worldwide may be told Or you may die as a person only known to a few That life's big winners are not many is not saying anything that is new But the Reaper of lives who treats none as a friend Makes all people equal at life's journey's end.