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Wrinkles


The 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




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