WRINKLES

WRINKLES

On this day I am still young,
But over time I will begin to fade.
Just as the stars must give way to morning light,
I too shall lose myself to the whispers of eternity.

I would rather see my life's joy etched upon my face,
Slowly eroding the ignorance of youth,
Than see the presence of timeless suffering
Stamped across my features.

I fear not the passage of time,
But only the thought of a wasted life.
Give me the scars of a lifetime filled with laughter,
And not a face with the obvious signs of pain.

~ C. Spies