Wrinkles

Mirror, shock
Where did all those
Wrinkles come from

A life well spend
Laughter, sorrow
Anger and joy

The web of life
Spun on a face
Tracings of my life

©  Ceol, Urban Poet

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One Response to “Wrinkles”

  • Coastpoet Says:
    April 5th, 2010 at 8:47 am

    ‘Wrinkles’ is of the very true part of life told in a few lines…there is an upbeat flavour to this poem that tells of the great reality of one’s own aging…your words ‘the web of life spun on a face…tracings of my life’ say it all…this is a fine example of how poetry does not have to be long and drawn out…this is a great creative writing.

    Coastpoet

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