At The End Of Life's Journey Poem by Francis Duggan

At the end of life's journey achievements mean nothing at all
To the scythe of the Reaper eventually we do fall
Our material and other successes to nothing amount
The Reaper does not take such things into account
Between human and non human he does not differentiate
The Reaper of lives never discriminate
He is not one who does respect success or fame
The life of the human and sheep he does treat as the same
At leading a good and moral life many do succeed
Though some in their need for material success become hijacked by greed
On what is a successful life everyone does not agree
What is success to you may not be so to me
We all look at life in a different way
And the Reaper on us does have the final say.