Death- Anytime/Anywhere

From the cradle to the grave,

It was easy to be a slave.

Decades of slavery for our own self,

For thyself, theirself and myself.

How often we forget the death,

All-day busy fading our breath.

Basis of death could be anything,

Even a prick of a needle, the work of which is saving.

We gotta be ready at every stage,

Without waiting for the old-age.

As death is indeed a truth,

It can come even in youth.