Thoughts of what awaits us before the grave,
Some claim they’ve never been a slave.
Yet from the womb, into this world we’re waived,
Each given a life, a path to pave.
Some lived their lives as though they were brave,
Others misbehaved, with little to save.
Some followed their passions, chasing what they crave,
While others fought battles, their souls to save.
Different our journeys, the choices we made,
Different the paths, the memories that fade.
Some sought fortune, while others sought fame,
Yet in the end, we’re equal all the same.
Whatever the life we chose to live,
Whatever we took or had to give,
One truth remains, no matter how we behave:
From dust to dust, we all return to the grave.
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