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 loose

But that’s not for me to choose

My mother who is 97

With all her wrinkles

Is still beautiful waiting for

Her trip to heaven

I hope to live as long as her

As Christmas approaches I wonder

What Santa Claus thinks about wrinkles?