Just old

Skin accordion folds, like time's wind swept waves

Rolling ripples, hold cobblestone age spots that his hide paves

Sagging flesh like falling breakers, beat on body's shore

Blue veins wrap and chain an aging slave inside century's door

Eroding mountain, slumping hills, its peak ringed with snow

Cliff ridges that white drifts fill overhang sunken placid pools below

Fingers stroll over deforested knoll, where hair fell long ago

Belly a bowl, legs a pole, eyes stare with foot prints of a crow

Hair peers from ears, cotton rammed in like wadding for musket balls

A blank stare, no one's there, deaf to any incoming calls

A gasping breeze, a wheeze, a sneeze, whispers from a flared nose cave

Under time buried, a rotting body bed ferried, to its waiting grave