A Wrinkle

A wrinkle stands not only for age But, for the many miles that we've went, For our sadness, and also for all our rage And for all the uncounted smiles that we never sent. In solitude we look upon each other's faces We then comprehend each of those sadden lines, We remember our walks, and the long winding races Furrows in the skin, is life's true signs. A crease in the skin is a philosopher's crown There's a crinkle in God's face whenever I see a star twinkle, Immediately I think of a disapproval or of a frown I then laugh, as I know that a person somewhere is getting a wrinkle. I stand in front of you and the world in awe The frowns that I've show are from my own personal scars, Upon my face are the lines which my worries did draw And as for my wrinkles, they are now forever my memoirs. Randy L. McClave