Ageing skin

As hands of the clock spin out, I barely recognise
the look behind dark sunken eyes
I used to despise the passing of time
that marked the end of my youth and my missed prime
ageing skin, wrinkles setting in, hair grey and thin
puppy fat turned to rolls and double chins

As time races I have had to learn to embrace this
for every crinkle in my face, I've a story of a joyous first kiss
for every hair that sheds, like grey leaves from trees
I've a memory that forms the smiles you see
for each ounce of fat, I've a tale to regale
years of fables and myths to bring to the table

As the waves of time wash over the shores
destroying a little more of the land from before
this old shell taken a beating, my bones creak and crack
I moan from the ache in the small of my back
but now I try to smile, for it has served me well
Ive survived a few trips to hell
It stayed with me even as people left
and will remain until my last breath 

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.