As I gaze into this reflective haze
I'm suddenly aware of each line upon my face.
Sadness begins to take hold.
Why oh why must I grow so old?
I put on the cream each and every night
Yet here they all appear, the many life lines I fight.
But wait...I suppose that is indeed what they are!
Each and every one is a reminder of this life.
They are to be cherished, these battle scars.
Each crease caused by this life's journey
Each line formed to celebrate its glory.
You've done it! You've made it this far!
So look at them and celebrate this work of art.
And cherish each wrinkle upon your face
Knowing that it is only by God's grace.
1/17/17
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SunSearcher (
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Great way to look at aging beautifully!
Appreciate that! I'm not terribly old yet but it's definitely more visible all of a sudden....like it happened overnight almost lol.
Great poem! And a what a way to look at aging gracefully!
Thank you so much!
Hello Sunsearcher, I enjoyed this piece, mostly because its real...age touches everyone. Aging should be looked upon as a journey and each stage should be celebrated, instead of dreaded. Very nice poem!
Thank you so much for your kind words, very appreciated.
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