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Monday, December 10, 2012

Aging In The World of Light: A Poem

Growing Old With Wrinkles

As the morning sun twinkled
I looked down at my hands
And saw my skin wrinkled.
Looking in the mirror
They were also on my face.

For a while I found wrinkles
Difficult to accept as mine.
In any case I am who I am
And I am not one to whine

Later as I watched the News
An afternoon TV commercial
Advertised a way for them to lose
But that’s not for me to choose

My mother who is 97
With all her wrinkles
As she waits for heaven
I hope to live as long as her

As Christmas approaches I wonder
What Santa Claus thinks about wrinkles?

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