The end of the line

The line in which,
We all carry out our lives,
Which we all must go through,
To reach the day of final judgment,

But we each have our own line,
No two people have the same line,
We intertwine in different places,

We each have our own specific curves,
Highs,
Lows,
With different kinds of degree turns,

Most times some people can’t take the,
Force each turn rise and drop,
It brings,
And fall off the line before they’re supposed to,

While even with that,
Some people power to the end,
And make an extension to the line of life.