In the end we die. We wither, we wilt, we perish, we cease.

In due time, from this reality, you’ll have release

 There is no escaping our eminent end.

We try to postpone, though no time left to lend.

 Such attempts are futile, being as life is hard to define.

 But to death, these lengthy requests are asinine.

No tears of mercy shall grace its cheek.

With no sympathy there’s no emotion, and therefore no tears to leak.