Golden Skin
It glows it glows
My reptilean hand
A shimmering orange
Thanks to the stain glass filtered light
Piercing into the chapel
Such a golden glean
With blotches of white skin
Sprinkled lightly on my reverse palm
Who knew aging would diversify
My skin. My look.
Beguiling.
Golden skin.
Be it this chapel or anywhere
Golden is heaven
Yet I can’t help but feel
Like my old mom
Tick tock tick tock
My time is rapidly gone
This glow not my flow
Youth I wish not to let go
Is gone now
Golden. Silver. Bronze.
Not the Olympics
But the Oldlympics.
Life.
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