***Life*** is a trial, A stage crowded with tales, Where we act, wearing masks and veils. ***Life*** is a trial, One we cannot win. Some alter, some change, Trying to fool the jury of time and age. But the ***Judge*** watches silently; Unbiased, impartial. Master of our Fate, Anchor of our Thread. Kings bow, rulers kneel, Yet none can find leverage, or end. We honour ***Life*** as a dear Friend, Though it slips like clay through our hands. Until ***Death*** comes, True Judge of our Cause — Seeing all our Truths; Knowing all our Faults. To declare the final verdict: Freedom or Damnation. All may beg, all may cry; None can bribe, none will hide.