Age toward the end

Sorry we´ve been built this way.
Doesn´t it remind you of amnesia flowing through the elderly with alzheimers.
Earthly beings perishing before our very eyes.
Age, it´s only friend- impatient youths.
As wrinkles cover us, and outbursts of emotion are thrown out of us like an exorcism;
Laughing shadows challenge our guardians.
Sullen grimaces, dreadful decline.
No we don´t flourish like vintage wine.
A room where your family builds a treacherous grief circle.
Warm skin comforts you no more.
Only the warm coloured memories of how you once bathed in a vital life force, your body drenched in energy.
Where your soul will ascend to, some boast to know.
I trust through love you´ll never be truly gone.