"Age wrinkles the body; Quitting wrinkles the soul."
- Douglas MacArthur
There are wrinkles
On the bottoms of our feet
When we are born.
There are wrinkles
In the clouds,
And in the starry sky.
There are wrinkles
That frame our eyes
When we laugh.
And wrinkles
On our foreheads
When we cry.
There are wrinkles
In the storybooks
We read as little kids.
And wrinkles
In our skin
When we grow old.
There are wrinkles
In our hearts
When it comes time to say goodbye.
And wrinkles
In the memories
That we hold.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
