Endogenous

Aging

She asked me of her age

Mottled, old and gray

I told her silver

Is a precious metal

'Bendable with the heat of life,' she said

'The resource every man desires' was my answer

She traced her wrinkles

With her fingers

Crying out to me

Of her lost beauty

And the pain the mirror brings

I told her valleys

Collect on the skin

And store important things

'Reget and guilt, hidden in lines,' she said

'Wisdom and memories shown through time' was my answer

It pains me to see

That my bestest friend

Hates to see

The passing of time

Because she looks at the surface

At prune skin and wire hair

Yet I know to go deeper

To the knowledge, the good times,

Hidden beneath

That lovely wrinkled skin