Fixus Est Cuique Terminus Poem by Denys E. W. Jones

Everyone has their sell-by date.
For some it comes early, for others late.
Some are snuffed out by a natural cause.
Others by earthquakes, air crashes or wars.
Some from the womb are untimely ripped.
Others reach hundred and champagne sip.
Some by diseases are sent to the grave.
Others by newly-found treatments are saved.
But sooner or later we all come to rest.
Cuique terminus fixus est.

4/2/25
Denys E. W. Jones