Actuarial Death

By: Shu
Competition Year: 2013
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Life fears the time when Death shows;
But to Death, its all a game.
Be it friend, foe or someone close,
Death does his deed all the same.

In a table, there are no such fables.
Gone is sadness with all its mess,
As lines and grids, with numbers and labels
Add the maths and subtract the rest.

For all we make it out to be,
In maths its elementary.
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