Autumn's epiphany

Ten springs back,
The mirror reflected honey suckle.
The albatross skin,
knew not whats freckle.

The pearly smile then,
lurched many a heart.
Now its a sallow tale
of saccharined tart.

The mellifluous voice too
is a victim of erosion,
The once cascading tresses,
Is waning in full motion.

The progressive midriff,
is a testimony of plight.
Someday I will beat the scale,
is a dream I delight.

The golden heart,
the razor sharp intellect,
Is a spoof of past,
I wince as I deflect.

What if the milk of human kindness,
gets totally depleted?
Leaving residue of sour yogurt,
completely bacteria infested?