The Magic Trick

The older we are  
The younger, we will become  
Subtracted, towards death  
The years behind, pushing us  
The years ahead, pulls and tugs
We are powerless, to time  
Our choice-less, lifeline
 
When we become, our youngest  
No year to count, ahead  
Awaiting our deep, slumber  
Plotting how, it ends  
We will hear, his murmur  
 
I have seen him once  
At age 6, underwater  
Panicking and accepting  
My world, will end here  
But his trick, got noticed  
And I was, pulled out  
Breathing in back, my life source  
Unlocking, the padlocks  
White, dissipating  
Returning, to colors  
His mistake, saved me  
 
Far apart we are now  
But birth, has been distant  
When my bones, start aching  
Teeth replaced, by porcelain  
When my heart, grows soft  
Eyes, losing vision  
When I’m shrinking, to become  
At the same level, as ground  
I will bow down, to you  
The great, undertaker  
Your trick, will be mortal  
Displacing me, to the underworld.