Don't cry
Golden-haired daughter,
You are still beautiful
And after a bit, you won't mind so much
A bit more, and you'll grow wrinkles
Very soon, and you won't care at all.
I don't know about other women, but I do care about those wrinkles, even at my age. I use skin moisturizers and lotions to fight the age showing. This is a simple poem, short, and to the point. A 10+++++ and thank you for sharing. Love & hugs, Barbara 'With confidence and forebearance, we will have the strength to move forward.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem is very beautiful and it is very nice poem