Then I saw my wrinkles for what they are.
This is me. This is my life.
These lines trace every smile I’ve ever smiled,
every worry, every precious hour spent in the sun.
I’ve earned them.
This is who I am.
Then I saw my wrinkles for what they are.
This is me. This is my life.
These lines trace every smile I’ve ever smiled,
every worry, every precious hour spent in the sun.
I’ve earned them.
This is who I am.
for a wrinkly guy like me, this is a comforting poem