Every Wrinkle
Time can’t erase
All the lines on your face,
Although Botox, I’m told,
Helps you not look so old.
A face lift, as well,
Means that others can’t tell
Your true age, with success,
If they’re making a guess.
Every wrinkle reflects
How our body elects
To display each ordeal
That we cannot conceal.
So there’s no need to hide
What should bring us some pride,
For we’ve come to that age,
Turning many a page.
Still, I wouldn’t quite mind
If I woke up to find
That my sheets, wrinkle-free,
Passed that magic to me.
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