Cracking Of The Skin Poem by Linda Hepner

Terrible, this shrinking of the skin,
For if for years, say 70, your skin
Has been around you like a village
To a peasant, or a childhood to a child,

Supporting you invisibly while in
The castle of your universe the din
Of wars and winds could never breach
The perfect, solid You inhabiting your skin,

Then terrible the cracking of your skin
You always thought was you; you see begin
The fraying, splitting, flaking fence
Yet no defense against remorseless three score ten.

LRH
June 2010