I was once had pure skin the kind that all loved the feeling of
It was soft and gentle like water that runs over smooth pebbles
Time passed and wrinkles twisted and spiraled around my skin turning me old
They enveloped my face turning me ugly
The wrinkles brought bruises on even the slightest bumps
My bones lost marrow and teeth lost happiness
The wrinkles brought sickness to my lungs
I struggled to breathe and my lungs struggled to fight
Then I lost the fight with time
as we all will do
and I happily pranced into the light with my new soft skin