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WrinklesThe grooves of life, - The ruts of time, My wrinkles are rife, - My butts a crime, The hair is grey, - I'm mature of mind, I treasure my day, - New challenges I find, In the mirror I look, - My eyes tell all, It reads like a book, - Written in my soul, Confronting my fears, - What can I see, A key to my years, - It sets me free, My age is the gift, - Of wisdom and light, As my memories drift, - Of love and delight, Fear not growing old, - Embrace it with zeal, As I was once told, - You're as old as you feel. Time will not temper, - The feel of a smile, It's good to remember, - So ponder awhile, Think like a child, - see miracles abound, Let your ideas run wild, - and your spirit be found Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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