Time and aging

Time waits for no one. It runs into the skin,
And it hides for a moment under the chin
We blush. we shine. we glow.
Like fresh water we flow
All these we become, because time is within.
But like a clock, 24 hours, time will spin

When it spins, from the skin, it will burst open
Yes, the skin shall become wrinkled and broken
And we’ll shrink as we rise
Each day, we deplete twice
Then one day our skin will grow cold and frozen.

Tochi