Death

It is the end of the era,
The end to all the good,
The end of all bad,
The end of the experience of life,
It marks the end;

The memories become fonder,
The dead man more loving,
The sins seem smaller,
And losing them harder,
We as humans cannot comprehend,
What must go,
And it's need;

We are frail to the ending,
Our egos fatal to our being,
We disregard any power,
For we believe in none,
And yet nature jolts us to reality,
When death laughs upon our vice,
And humours our wit,
And there comes our world tumbling down