The Wrinkled Face

O wrinkled face! You tell the story more than an age, You hold a story book,that's too long to narrate. O wrinkled face! You reveals every lost and gained pains; And every cherishing and despairing remembrances. O wrinkled face! Your is the beauty born from within, Beauty that age and time cannot crumple. O wrinkled face! Your exquisite elegance cannot be dimmed, For it radiates with beam of delight and felicity. O my wrinkled face! How virtuous is your central beauty. I would love to gaze at your inmost beauty. The beauty of perpetuity; So juvenile in unvarying heart. But,what's a subject that last long? I watched at time taking his constant gallop; None but impermanence conquers beauty. And,Oh ! wrinkled face! Now in the perpetual forwarding journey of old age, You are crinkled,less beauteous.