I saw the winds tear away at you again last night
Before I put my head down,
on the verge of passing.
Vultures picking away at your limbs,
Strewing them to the ground.

Many nights I have watched this familiar struggle,
the gales ravishing you, almost to the point of breaking.
Still you stood.

And when I look through your gnarled hands
I see myself, years from now.
I have had nothing of life to endure.