As age creeps up
Upon us
All of us
Think about
And notice wrinkles
Some from smiles
Others from frowns
As well as those wrinkles on shirts
No longer ironed
Or pants
Just hung out to dry
Like some memories
Not so pleasant
Now faded
Or forgotten
We’ve erased or laid aside
As the end nears

We can buy age defying lotions
Can try to erase these marks of times
Of indecisions
And indiscretions
We might pretend these wrinkles are temporary
Botox them and any bad memories away
As if life would permit a clean slate
A fresh start
And a past free of blemishes
But truth is an unwilling player
History a stubborn witness
And wrinkles are here
To stay




© Jamie McKenzie, all rights reserved.

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