Crappy, crepey skin
What a shape I'm in
Is it inherited though
Watch out daughters for
The warning signs or
It will slip up on you so
Fast as speeding car
Superman by far
Get on it keep it at bay
Whom am I kidding
There is no ridding
Age comes and steals youth away
Cloud layers thin-spun from
crystallized sugar and
colored tints of rainbow-
carnivals hawk the sweet
children love to eat in
crepey layers pressed to
crunchy end, candy treat.
Copyright, August 22, 2016
Faye Lanham Gibson
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