606.The Armour Of Your Youth Poem by Jaden Knight

The armour of your youth has turned to rust
corroded beyond any use by old age
no more is it any protection
for anything that life would send

The cuirass was once flexible
bending and flexing with every blow
now it is covered in marks and dents
the each incident creating irreparable damage

There is no smith that can make repair
it is beyond their skill to fix
nor can they provide you with a replacement
only the scythe man can give you that
when he comes to collect

When he arrives the plates may regrow
even as your spirit departs the body
ready to claim a new vessel in life
preparing for the days when your protection fails
and the armour of your youth has turned to rust