Nous

None of us are making it out of this world alive.
Some live accordingly; others ignorantly jive.

It doesn’t matter the riches in your bank balance.
Nor, is it of consequence how brilliant your talents.

You can go to space & leave this planet for stars.
Yet eventually, death fells all low & high bars.

You can devote all your time to life’s mysteries lost.
You can spend your days blithely oblivious of cost.

Still, you can choose gnosis of inevitable ends.
So, live in spite of death; until your grave’s rest he sends.