Hair gone grey,
eyes in a stye,
nose that flows,
a voice strays dry.

Breasts now bold,
nipples stand,
flesh that sags,
then there’s the hand.

Palms all rough,
nail bitten through,
hair grows hard,
lines are few.

Stomach folds,
marks that stay,
legs apart,
a hole leads the way.

Legs bear all,
toes that fold,
cracked heels,
A body, I mould.