my skin is streched to thin
across thee rotting bones
the breaks and scars
of all the years
still etched into my soul

But though it's thin and crinkly
it's seen some sun and browned.
Now it's lumpy, cancered
by rays that warmed my soul
too late to cream or dream!

... now feeling worn and old
but for a breath of light
free of thought
of derision
of sight
my wisdom returns to me
the rotting bones
fertilise me
with memory
youth
and song...