How does it feel inhabiting your flesh, pre-decay?
It feels like life itself! 

Yet you pay no mind.

You'll note and gnaw when it gives out but that is to come
Right now you pay your body no thought

Your elastic skin is like a new rubber band
snapping back briskly, usefully. Unlike

That rotted one on grandma's checkbook
that has segmented into uselessness
like grandma herself?

Don't fret.  That is far ahead.  That's not you, yet. 

But hints of winter are in the late summer breeze.
Raise your eyes up.  Look ahead. Sniff what's coming.
It makes tonight that much sweeter.