I am the thing that Man fears most
The thing which most men don't wish to boast
I cannot be seen, but always felt
Never played, but always dealt.
I am what makes grown men cry,
When they are forced to tell their best friends good-bye
By some, I am looked upon as a disease
By others, they bow before me upon their knees.
Some expect me, Most never do
But when I come, it's a day to rue.
Can you guess who I must be?
Death is my identity
The thing which most men don't wish to boast
I cannot be seen, but always felt
Never played, but always dealt.
I am what makes grown men cry,
When they are forced to tell their best friends good-bye
By some, I am looked upon as a disease
By others, they bow before me upon their knees.
Some expect me, Most never do
But when I come, it's a day to rue.
Can you guess who I must be?
Death is my identity
