People Flock

Life shall halt With or without fault It is full stop Even if you are successful man on top Wind may blow Mortal shall be blown Mix with air and lost on ground Nothing shall ever be found Shadow shall hunt For family to bear burnt Name shall gradually fade away Memory shall sill forcibly stay It was your journey That was destined by an almighty You made it or could not succeed Marred by deception and greed Body shall feel pain Remorse and regret shall remain Journey is about to end You might hear the weeping sound from family friends What was worth to be taken note of? Enough of wealth, big mansions to show off Nothing more to take credit People, with sad faces, flock to lay wreath on it