The last enemy

We know it to be the cessation of life,
of which to live all men must strive.
one thing is sure by all standards,
and that is at certainty for all men,
but how and when?


it respects no human, born, none.
Poor as Lazarus; rich as Solomon
short as zacheus; huge as Goliath,
when it course is due to take,
man shall fall flat to it's aura!


too many it's a surprise visitor
some others and expectant Savior.
guess what?
it has a required age,

and that is zero to infinity!


it leaves so many tears
but what good is crying?
it brings no one back
not even a strand of hair
once gone, forever gone!

it's the last enemy,
properly known as by its dreaded name,
the only good thing is that it's physical
so live as good as you can
because it spares no man, Mr Death!