Wrinkles - Poem by David Thomas
Your curvacious lines riddling your body
showcasing the serenity of your ripened wisdom,
taking to heart the surreal and
incasing the mind in ponderous thought,
these are the markings of a soul so old
so joyous and so living- be it hard or soft
life is life.
See her face? the scars the wrinkles the lines
all over her ugly old face?
How can she go out in public?
Isn't she ashamed she's so old? i'll never be that old!
The youthful will always scorn the wiser
til time come they learn of their grave error,
and understand to treat their elders
with the utmost respect and honor
their elders have faced tougher issues than they ever will
forever. that is the gift of wisdom and power,
take it on yourself
and save the youthful generations.
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