Submitted by Simon Wilcox
Two of them are perfect
All folds of skin, kindness and wisdom
But the third is sick, the fourth insane
And the fifth one can’t remember anything
And they’re watching me, waiting to see
Which one I’ll become.
Photo Credit: Bo Bartlett: Inheritance
Vita Brevis Press. 
This is soooo freaking good!! A wonderful poem!
Lovely
This is succinct and beautifully composed.
Shook me.