becoming you

there is less
of you
as the years
increase.
less hair,
less
bones,
less tolerance
of fools
or clowns,
how quickly
now you'll turn
the set off
or put a bad
book down.
your vision
too
grows weak,
as your
voice changes
and your
gums
recede. it's
not a pretty
sight,
but beautiful
to become
who you were
meant to be.