give me skin dried like leather
a tan burned into well-used bones
who creak predictions of bad weather
deep laughter lines that hide groans
and a smile that never sours
give me a back that aches
as I bend down to pick flowers
give me crinkled eyes that shine
when I look at your face
Old Age, treat me with grace
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
give me skin dried like leather
a tan burned into well-used bones
who creak predictions of bad weather
deep laughter lines that hide groans
and a smile that never sours
give me a back that aches
as I bend down to pick flowers
give me crinkled eyes that shine
when I look at your face
Old Age, treat me with grace
