My Poetry. Nothing in the end.

When you view the world through a microscope,
at times, you don't like what you see.
Unbalanced, unfair, and shameful—
this is how it's meant to be.

It depends on where you came from
to determine life's fate;
being born into hardship
is a lot that you can hate.

Some are born into grandeur;
poverty they will never know.
Wealth is in their bloodline,
money an endless flow.

But happiness isn't bought with riches,
if you're satisfied with your lot.
Just think of the homeless,
a fact you may have forgot.

Money doesn't buy good health,
nor can it make you live forever.
We will all die one day,
whether rich, poor, or clever.

So, just be who you are,
live your life in peace.
Don't worry about tomorrow
or when your life will cease.

We are all governed by time,
and one day it will run out.
There are no pockets in a shroud,
no final voice to scream or shout.