Wrinkles On My Face

I look in the mirror each day - To wash my face and comb my hair. The young girl of twenty - is no more. Instead there's an older lady there... And, she's looking back at me! Frowning - I touch my cheeks... Realizing this one has come to stay. Yes; I have wrinkles - They're stress lines and smile creases. Can it be; as the years pass one by one - All of us become antiques? But, I'll not grow old just yet... There's too much I want to do - If I can only keep up the pace. Moving about my garden releases - The joint pain caused by arthritis... That really aches when it sprinkles. As old age reaches out to claim me - I pray God will grant... A heart that will be young, gay, and free! So, whatever life imparts... With wrinkles on my face - I ask for God's continued grace!