Wrinkles Poem by Jim Yerman

Wrinkles

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"You must be pretty old", she said with youth's innocence and grace.
"I mean, look at all the wrinkles that are spread across your face! "

"Each wrinkle, " I explained, "tells a story...of when I've laughed or cried or sung."
"No, " I smiled, "these wrinkles show that I have lived...and living keeps me young."

Monday, October 3, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: age,youth
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