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

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