Ghost Apples

Aren't we hanging by a thread? Like ghost apples, the remnants of a core? Old age, it has to be said it's a difficult journey; for anyone to endure? But what beauty is left hanging has even-me hankering when I mature will I leave as much dangling? In loveliness, in other's eyes store. -or- Aren't we all hung, by an indivisible thread? Like ghost apples the remnants of a core? Old age it has to be said. Does a difficult journey take and endure? But what beauty could we too have left hanging Has even-me hankered when I mature Shall-I-also leave-as-much dangling Kindness sweetened with harvest store.