WRINKLES OF MINE
I stand in front of the mirror
And look at my face
Where did these wrinkles come from
I exasperate.
Are they wrinkles of wisdom
Are they wrinkles with age
Are they wrinkles from boredomor wrinkles from rage.
Are they wrinkles from the sunOr from having too much fun.
Are they wrinkles from smiling Or wrinkles from frowning.
Wrinkles do have a story to tell
Sometimes it is of happiness
Sometimes it is of pain
And sometimes it is just vague.
Should we erase them
Or let them be seen
Should we just hide them
Or is that being Vain.
I dab on some creme
And say to myself
A few wrinkles on my face is not such a big thing
Considering all that can go wrong in this world we live in.
So I start again my journy with you people whom
i was missing so much
with a few wrinkles on my face!
