So I Will Cling To Life

We are born as mortals why otherwise pretend For the most successful of people life comes to an end The Reaper does not respect money or fame To him all are equal he treats all as the same We are born as mortals and death is our fate And on us like all life forms there is a use by date For the monarch and president a last night and day The Seasons pass quickly and time ticks away Of the supposed life after death i am not to know The doubt of the existence of such only in me does grow Since any of the deceased people i've known have not come back to me to tell Of the existence of a heaven or of the existence of a hell So i will cling to life for as long as i can And hopefully die without pain as a very old man.