AND I AM BACK AGAIN

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!