You walked into that surgery room. The time's turning your body to grume.

I see it in those eyes old man,
You don't wanna be
alive.
But death you can't
contrive.

Old man, look and see your offspring . Look and see the old woman by your side.
Look at the happiness you
bring. The sadness if you died.

Still, you're  imprisoned in your human
flesh. Your grotesque wounds hidden under
fine mesh.

But, old man, don't you dissaffect.
Don't wear that face of gloom.
You walk like a conscious object.
But my dear old man, you'll walk out of that surgery room.

Soon.