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that is one of the most beautiful poems
i have ever read because these days everyone is afraid to age. but I think that aging is beautiful, and wrinkles are inevitable so we have to accept it with grace, and I do, anyway what other choice do we have? death or old age. I say old age is a delight. not that I wouldnt want to look 21 forever, but than I would be made out of rubber wouldnt I. anyway I can go on forever, but your poem has really said somethig so profound, i must say I was touched.
posted by
Tzippy
on December 13, 2009 at 10:08 PM
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Shawkat
I wish I could chuck my old age so that i do not have to tell deep wrinkly stories later. Ah, but time, the arch-enemy of the living!
posted by
anib
on December 13, 2009 at 7:02 PM
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Excellent depiction of aging! It will sneak up and take the handsome looks! I love your rhyming in your poetry! Shelly
posted by
sam444
on December 13, 2009 at 4:16 PM
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No matter what our place, or station in life, we are all simply sojourners.
As such, wrinkles are are a leveler for the rich and the poor, the beautiful and the ugly.
posted by
TAPS.
on December 12, 2009 at 12:27 PM
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Old Age
I know the feeling. Advice do not look into the mirror 
it makes one feel years younger.
Good example.Concise.
posted by
C_C_T
on December 12, 2009 at 10:33 AM
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Ah, but I embrace my wrinkles (character lines) age and graying ~ It does make one more beautiful or handsome - I think, yes ~ Elyse
posted by
elysianfields
on December 12, 2009 at 8:57 AM
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