Translucent

time passes by, and comes, back around

do not, let time, find you, where it, left you

standing, because time,  might knock, you down

a heart, does not, turn purple, unless

 bruised, with the blues, it's already raw red

like a fresh opened wound or skinned knees

one can only associate with pain & agony

there is nothing beautiful about an ugly scar

yet it can indicate acts of war or  work of art

or  colorful tattoos on someone's leg or arm

a splendid rose in time will whither skin

once smooth like a pair of skinny jeans

on a big boned physique, peel the layers
 
 try not to get misty eyed, when you
 
 find through all the labor it's all onion