Smothered!

I grow old
Weakening with each breath I take
Watching the seeds I sowed,
Sprout new leaves.
Relishing in their strength,
Yet looking at how my roots whither.

I grow old
The wrinkles edge closer to my soul
Each step driving me further into the ground
I so proudly stood on
I am sinking
Unable to stay afloat

I grow old
The dust has all but slipped from my fingers
The days are all but done
I pack all my testaments of my own greatness
And get ready to take that eternal trip
With nothing to look back upon

I grow old
I am nothing
I was no body
I will become nothing
But you must shine
You must avenge my obliteration