Wrinkles

Wrinkle, wrinkle on my face… Couldn't you have found some other place ? What made you furrow between my eyes ? And all those creams, they are nothing but lies…. When I look in the mirror, all I can see… Is a silver haired person staring back at me…. Then there are the lines , which run down the sides of my nose… Running in circles, round my lips, down my neck and into my clothes…. Speaking of clothes , isn’t that where the wrinkles should be ? Is nature playing a trick on me ? Or is this a sign “ old “ is sneaking up on me ? It seems only yesterday I was a young girl .. and had my whole life ahead of me… So simple..so free…… Which don’t take me wrong I have enjoyed my life’s ride… And there isn’t much in my life, I haven’t tried…. But it should would be nice if I could just see… Myself with one less wrinkle…when I looked back at me…..