Bone & Skin

I am not the color of my hair

or skin or nails or fashion flair

this body's shape is hand-me-down

the wrinkles on my face a crown

of what I've done and said and seen

of where I am and where I've been

this shell about me is but a tool

the ever eager willing fool

whose spinning dreams and woven plans

are brought to life with rugged hands

that touch and bend and stitch and fold

bringing closer there to hold

the spirit nestled deep within

this vessel made of bone and skin