To select and understanding friends, with love and empathy.
The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think
I never stopped to think,
The skin gets thin.
Then looking down, I saw my leg,
And there it was: the winter
Of my life in action: reneging,
Processing past youth - and losing.
Fragility, a new reality;
Oils, creams and salves to save
A youth no longer tangible.
Every syllable wail of decline.
Definitively not, not fine!
And yet, I saw the possi-probablity
That by design God is benign,
And if the wine goes sour
Some divine sweet guarantee
Will make it fine -
Despite the programmed skin of youth’s denial.
The Thinning Skin Or, I Never Stopped To Think; 2.5.2018 Circling Round Aging; Circling Round Wrinkles; Birth, Death & In Between III;
Age and change.