Wrinkles

Wrinkles Manifold are the etches upon a dermal layer A masterpiece of lineage but for some to despair With aims to erase the folds with manifold lotion Instead of nurturing them with love and devotion A map of years and tales is what they represent To be admired without the slightest bit of resent Each little groove and tell-tale crease reflects a time Of happiness and contentment and laughter line And times of sadness expressed in downward frown A furrowed brow bears times of stress and worry Other folds recall an age of joy and making merry It’s easier to smile than grimace, glare and scowl Those lines will gain a stronghold upon a droopy jowl No matter age or gender the wrinkle has a place Adding character, beauty and stature to every type of face So confront the mirror honestly and peer at what’s before Smile and see a face to love or scowl at one to abhor