I love my wrinkles.
They show I have stood the test of time.

They reflect all my worries and joys.
They resemble each giggle, each song,
each well-written rhyme.

I love my wrinkles.
I embrace each little one.
They signify each year of my life,
my failures and battles I have won.

I believe it’s great to grow old.
It’s a gift not granted to everyone.
It allows me to enjoy little things,
and enjoy my season in the sun.

So, pardon me if I don’t try to hide my wrinkles with surgery, glitter, and glue.
I enjoy my age.
I am proud of whom I’ve grown to be,
and to myself I am true.

I am grateful for wrinkles.