Wrinkles
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Getting older

Wrinkles

There comes a time in a woman’s life

Where her skin isn’t as it once was

Wrinkles crawl in, marking every moment of strife

I was told one day women become invisible

Never to be looked at, touched, whispered to the same.

Where do we go? What becomes of us?

Innocence stripped away, ourselves we only blame.

I look now at this skin of mine

Soft, tender, gentle as warm still water

Everyday slipping through my fingers

Time laughs, “now I’ve got her.”

Wrinkle me daily, slowly. Be it fate.

They know the grief of life, all that we lose.

Only to grasp true meaning

That this is the life our soul does choose.

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