I've lived a long life.
I have kids; my kids have kids.
I've provided what I can in the past,
What else to look forward to that'll last?
The path I've walked,
I can never walk again.
The things I've seen,
I cannot see again.
Life has been good to me, no doubt.
But the past is the past.
What will the future generation face?
A challenge they will soon embrace.
I've seen it all, and the future isn't bright.
They may be happy now, but oh, what sufferings await.
Such ignorance of the future they'll have to face—
And I'll leave behind a cold and empty space.
It's not that I haven't tried—I did.
But they won't listen to me anymore; no one does.
I’m trapped in this cycle, losing my face.
The helplessness grows, as darkness begins to embrace.
So I sit here,
withering away,
watching the world decay,
cursed to witness it all each day.
