Cracks in the Mirror

Oh what a sight when a star twinkles

And ice cream all covered in sprinkles

But life becomes clearer

Right there in the mirror

Where all I can see are my wrinkles
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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January 18, 2025 at 1:38 AM
Wrinkles are souvenirs of life’s story - The pain, the sorrows and all its glory - There’s beauty and grace - In an ageing face - Remember that life begins at forty…… Beryl
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January 18, 2025 at 7:02 AM
You're funny Beryl, how about 63? I wish I was 40 again. Unless it's true that 60 is the new 40, then I'm just a pup. I can live with that.
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