Of The Praises Of Death

Of the praises of death you will not hear many sing But after all it is not such a bad thing For death does not differentiate between the wealthy celebrity And the homeless one living in dire poverty For the wealthy too there is a last night and day From death for them nowhere for to hide away Death is for the unknown and for the great The people the admirers love to celebrate The one with the scythe of death any life does not spare And does not differentiate between the life of the pauper and the billionaire Death to anyone is never a friend Our journey in life eventually comes to an end Death does not ignore the wealthy side of the town And is not one who respects those of wealth and renown.