Skin                                                                                                    

Seventy years of shedding skin
In halls and bars and hotel rooms.

Truth told, few shed in love or hate
Most lost while waiting in life's wings.
Drinking coffee, reading a book.
Neither hero nor jesting clown
More life shrouded in eiderdown.

Seventy years of shedding skin
The only proof that I passed through
Those halls and bars and hotel rooms.