Sitting in just
My boxer shorts
In the cool of a summer morning,
I think on is and ought.
I touch
My own skin.
And think how thin
Is the veil
That separates me
From the eternity
Of dust
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K Morris - Poet 
Hmm. My skin has got thinner as I’ve grown older, so your analogy seems appropriate.
I’m pleased you can relate to my poem, Vivienne