Withering to Wrinkles

Old age like a venomous snake
Slowly, silently crawls on my youthful body
Each inch that it takes leaves those vicious
wrinkles behind
As if it were shedding its skin on my body
Its forked tongue licks me, taunts, teases,
mocks my youth
I cannot stop or avert its slow conquest of
my body
I wait ...
Every moment...
I fear its bite
For, I know that when it bites..
Death will flow like venom in my blood.
I silently wait for its final sting
Watching its sly, slithering movements
That inch after inch steals my youth
And leaves me old, weak and wrinkled