Story of a Life That Once Existed

Skin so brown, eyes so free,
Yet jailed so deep is your inner beauty.

You look past these eyes, and explore into your vivid mind,
To only find the love ones you left behind.

Sharp, bold, your spirit to strong to hold!
But it start to unfold as you grow old.

Those eyes fade, same for your skin,
Shockingly the beauty you've trapped, starts to unearth from within.

Body crippled, sharp is still your mind,
You go back in time and find loved ones you left behind.

Twisting, turning, the pain, you cant sleep,
As your inner self takes over, and your outer self weaks.

As you lay dying, your time has past,
But you die happy, for your inner self is shown at last.

R.I.P. I love you grandpa.