A tale as old as fall,
Where two constants endure, heed my call.
Death, the silent reaper is ever near,
And taxes burden we all must bear.

Taxes, a levy on sweat and toil,
A duty that wraps the land in coil.

Death, the great equalizer in the end,
A journey from which none can bend.
No wealth can barter, no power withstand,
The fate that awaits every mortal strand.

Yet in the face of these inevitable twins,
A spirit within us brightly begins.
To live with purpose, and face what may,
A path left untrodden, come what say.

So, fear not the taxman, nor death’s cold gaze,
For in the living is our truest blaze.

Seize the moments, both bitter and sweet,
In the tapestry of life, find your seat.
In the final breath, as the curtain falls,
May your heart echo, no regret recalls.