Death comes fourth,

Death comes fourth,

In a flurry,

Killing us all,

Without a worry.

In many ways,

More than one,

In this life,

Of hardship and fun.

Showing whose boss,

At the end of the day,

Through illness and madness,

As some of us stray.

To do things crazy,

With no word of a lie,

Until that day comes,

When we also die.

By Dr Geebers