Your time has come to an end, your life's final reprimand
Once standing but now you fall, your energy is uninstalled
Family members and your work place too, they just want to get rid of you
Your wealth, like organs, will dissolve - distribution of your goods for a higher cause
Near death in the ground, dust from bone, but you still haven't paid off your loans
You're useless to society, yet in death still concerned of your notoriety
Fulfilling your course of action, taking heed of traditional cycles
Degeneration of your immunity, its for the good of the community

Too old and slow to do work
Your arms are weak, your hands constantly trimmer and jerk
The future is something the eludes you
In your mind repeat the past, soothing sleep will be here soon
For now weave your last thread of life on the loom of time

Ever wonder what they will do with you
when you have to snort your meals up your nose through a tube?

You used to stand tall at the front of the line, a pure and true representative of human kind.
Now you can't remember the names of the members of your family.
You're isolated by age, another of Senescence's casualties.
Part of a legacy left behind that you can't even recognize with your own eyes.
You perform no hobbies you just sit there and rot.
All of your life's accomplishments are now for naught.
You've been stripped of all your social duties

What is that you have done, what is it that you did?

For the life of me I can't remember.