Brethren let me tell you a sad STORY ,
One that's eerie and GORY
A day will come when you will be LONELY,
All by yourself, you and your deeds ONLY
There will come a day when you will embark on a journey of no RETURN
With no time to relax, backtrack, hide or RUN
Friends will call from left and RIGHT
You won't see them cos you'd have lost your SIGHT
Small cries, Loud wails, and whispers ABOUND,
Then you shall be oblivious to all happenings AROUND.
Beloved ones will beacon and CALL
You won't budge even if mountains FALL
You will be at the mercy of all and SUNDRY
And for you people will feel SORRY.
Your fine mansion, beautiful castle, palace and DUPLEX,
All seize to be yours, even that your cherished ROLEX.
That's my Rolls Royce , I got a
Ferragamo Bugatti and range ROVER,
You won't ride them FOREVER
You would lose possession of your money PURSE
Folks young and old shall call you CORPSE
Never again shall your opinion be SOUGHT
And you will be less concerned whether there's rain or DROUGHT
The journey of death is a compulsory TRIP
That even the greatest wizards cannot SKIP