Don't bemoan your wrinkles
first or otherwise.
They are echoes of smiles,
lines that are nothing but records
of feelings. Poetry written on skin.
Don't shudder when you see
your mother smiling back from
a mirror you're looking into.
All that means is -
you came from someone
from the ackward nose down
to many greater flaws.
What matters is what you chose
to do with those flaws.
So carry the wear and tear serenly
with a youthful glint in tired eyes.
