My Version Of Shakespeare's Sonnet 22 Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

My glass shall not persuade me I have aged
So long as you, dear friend, are hale and fit.
I can't bemoan the war that time has waged
Entrenching deep where troubles tend to sit
When I look upon your face which shines like pearl,
And crowned in silver makes me think of Lear
I guess that you'd prefer your younger curls
Just as I prefer the way you now appear.
For I can read a story in those lines
And it welcomes me to sit and listen
To pay attention to the songs and signs
Of joy and sorrow burnished into wisdom.
And so the more of you I come to know
The more accepting of myself I grow.