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