Burning Questions

Life's burning questions we rarely reach,
How many listen to what others preach?
Who places babies into a mothers womb?
Who decides when we rest in a tomb?
Why do trees live longer that man?
What's the purpose of the Master Plan?
Is there life way out in space?
Why the difference in colour and race?
In the end it doesn't matter much,
There's no answer that we can touch,
Often we speculate and search the skies,
Yet remain ignorant with is no surprise.
Birth death and health we all suffer these,
All are universal it's what one sees,
Money can't buy or affect either one,
We've no control no matter what's done.
Kings and Queens the lowliest of all,
Each is levelled yes we heed the call,
When it's time to appear or fade,
We have choices but others are made.