Beauty?

As the tired life line your skin; the haggard mind is wishing for a peaceful rest as well.

As my skin starts its drying out process; the vain mind seeks treatments & prevention aid for all this vanity.

While the metabolism degenerate in speed, my mental states starts the idea of a need to exercise the old bones.

When will all this thought process end? When we lay in the box and await the burn? Or are we lucky enough to decay beneath the earth on the ground?