All Men Must Die Poem by Kelly Iyogun

In truth, each man must meet his end,
Six feet beneath, where equal we blend.
Therein, all men must embrace the final sigh,
Why fear, when death comes by and by?

Is it because of our faltering steps in life's grand ballet?
In stuttering rhythms, all men find their way.
Gathering fame and riches, ambition's lure,
Forgetting the essence, the ultimate cure.

Death, a bee whose sting leaves its mark,
A toll resonating in shadows so dark.
To some, a captive yearning for home's embrace,
To others, a force with brutal, untimely grace.

The wages of sin, paid in death's cold breath,
A creditor's demand, settling the score of life's death.
Not the stench to dread, but the perilous fall,
Into sin's trenches, the deepest enthrall.