Rumors Are Rumors

Of rumors of the end of the World what have you to fear When every day we live to death we draw near The end of our life is the end of the World for us all This applies to all life forms the great and the small Long after the breath of life from you has gone Life on the Planet will surely go on That us humans are mere mortals happens to be true Death in the end it is only our due Like the food we do eat on us all a use by date Death it is for the unsung and the great Though in life for yourself a name you have made Your fame in time from history eventually will fade Like the Seasons of Nature to life we come and go Time it eventually does become our foe Of rumors of the end of the world we read of and hear But rumors are rumors and what's in them to fear.