The ultimate destination of life
Is death
For of all those who have lived
There is only one who has not died
And when the die is cast,
When all our decisions have been made
What difference will it make
Whether we are rich, or poor
Brilliant or stupid,
Good or bad
As within death's cold embrace we lie
But if we give up all
And discard life as small
Then death hath won such victory
As to deny life's very existence
So death does not distinguish
And to be of importance, live life to the fullest
For the end is unavoidable
But no one gets there quite the same.