Everyone's Foe

The old person nowadays a young person not that long ago Eventually time becomes everyone's foe The paupers, the homeless and those of money and fame By the Reaper of lives are treated as the same That we are only mere mortals is not a lie And like all other life forms we are born to die Our biological clocks ever ticking away And for all of us there is a last night and day The Reaper of lives any life does not spare Money cannot save from death the known billionaire Millions of people are born and die every year And our date with the Reaper the most of us does fear And how would we know of a heaven or hell If any deceased person of their existence has not come back to tell?