That which is born
has to die
an event prescribed
well y the divine
be 
it a small ant
or a tiny bud
all would have to face
the same fate
as destiny would have it
the mighty, the powerful
the small and the big
the dull and clever
one day would perish
and become dust
there be no discrimination
no age to be recognised
old and young alike
go with the tide
that be the end of any life
all are born to die.
Meenas Poems 
One reply on “Born To Die.”
So true and so many seem to want to accelerate the process.