Time can’t erase
All the
lines on your face,
Although Botox,
I’m told,
Helps you
not look so old.
A face lift,
as well,
Means that
others can’t tell
Your true
age, with success,
If they’re
making a guess.
Every
wrinkle reflects
How our body
elects
To display
each ordeal
That we
cannot conceal.
So there’s
no need to hide
What should
bring us some pride,
For we’ve
come to that age,
Turning many
a page.
Still, I
wouldn’t quite mind
If I woke up
to find
That my
sheets, wrinkle-free,
Passed that
magic to me.
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