Her beauty will parish

And love will turn garish,

But death will always remain.

An athlete will stumble

And a Tower will crumble,

But death will always remain.

Love may interpose existence,

But years will steal its insistence

And death will always remain.

Her youthful eyes will conceal lies,

As truth and trusting dies,

But death will always remain.

Her lips which speak words romancing,

Will one day cease to be entrancing,

But death will always remain.

Love will end,

Death shall not,

For everything on earth must rot.