My skin's collagen reserves will deplete,
it will sag,
it will wrinkle.
My hair will start to run out of melanin,
it will gray,
it will fall.
My brace-corrected teeth won't always be,
they will fall out of place,
they will fall.
And in matters of libido, needless to say,
the bigger they are,
the harder they fall.
And that famous metabolism will fail one day,
I'll bloat with each morsel,
just like everyone else.
No matter how long it takes you to find me,
I can wait, but,
This is poem 4 for Robert Lee Brewer's November PAD Chapbook Challenge 2011. The prompt: "A what won't wait" poem.