Natalie Gaye Ford
Wrinkles - Poem by Natalie Gaye Ford
I looked into my mirror this morning
My face a map of where I have been
and where I am going.
Etched with memories, some bad, some good.
I would not change it if I could.
Each wrinkle representing part of my life;
Crinkles around my eyes the happiness
I have known;
Downward lines around my mouth
The sadness I have felt;
Thoughtful creases across my brow,
The lessons I have learned.
I have matured and ripened like aged
Getting better and better all the time.
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