Skin Tight.

Wrinkles, creases, born from a frown,
Skin that once was white, now weathered to brown.
A fading face striding forward into the day,
Losing with each step but gaining on the way.

Quick to break into impatient rage.
But eyes shine through a wisdom drawn from age.
Still chasing dreams that are lost into the night,
As fresh as the day when his skin was tight.

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