I see scars buried deep within your skin
The pale pain pressed lips, atrophied now;
Speak of vain wars that brought you hope to win
Your white immovable glass like eyes howl,
From the pain of the wound that struck you blind
You are a ghost now to your former self.
On the war against time you gave your mind,
Yet time kills all. Time conquers all, even wealth
Grandma, I mourn your life and sacrifice
Though is it selfish to mourn for myself?
For now I must wait on the chance of dice,
Before I too will fall fighting time itself.
