The end was inevitable
From the very first day
There could be no denying
No illusion to slay
No escaping the end
That is always on its way

The path could be varied
We knew not where it lay
It wasn’t assured
In fact unknown I’d say
But there was one fact
That it was on its way

We lived with intent
Hard work and hard play
There were dreams to realise
Ambitions to portray
But we always remembered the end
That was on its way

The frailty of men
Is always a moment away
Even the greatest to be
Will not long hold sway
For the truth is the end
That is always on its way

From the moment of birth
We are all set to betray
Our hopes of immortality
On that very last day
There will be no denying the end
That is on its way