"Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself,
Counting this row and that row of moccasins
Waiting on the silent shelf."
When I see photos of myself, sometimes I think OMG! But this is me. I cannot change who I have become with time, the wrinkled skin, the sagging chins, the Grandpa Bill ears, not without spending a heap of cash, and then, would I change, really? My skin might be smoother though if I am to be cremated at the end of my life, do I need smooth skin? It's just going to get crispy in the fire.