Memoir of a dying man

Evulsions of illusions show through,
The cracked face of the mirror.
My beauty has escaped through,
The callous fingers of tedious time.
Heartbeats withered away,
Like a catatonic zombie.
Spending gaudy days pondering,
Unraveling cryptic crossword puzzles.
Feeling as if my latency no longer ontic,
In this jocund pace of societys chasm.
I live through the breaths of my
Four rambunctious grandchildren,
Teaching them old virtues and wisdom.
Hitherto, I am not alone but
I belong with the marrow of heaven.
Do not cry when I succumb to
Rapier of deaths banshee for
For I am inside the bosom of God.