wrinkles
My new passport photo
brought reality home-
I am far closer to seventythan sixty and look
years older than the original
taken ten years ago.
What I notice most is
wrinkles- no longer simply
laugh-lines, they are etched
deeply, permanently, in
cheeks and neck, each
furrow created by the
stresses & challenges of what
my life has been.
They are less noticeable if I
don't smile...but why in
the world would I take the
somber path when I can
celebrate with joy, laughter-
and occasional tears- just
how far I've come?
And now, it seems, now
is the time for a new
journey, a new challenge,
as I prepare to head out in
new directions, unwilling
to be limited by age, but
in fact cherishing the accrued
wisdom which has brought me
to this place- a new wrinkle
in the multi-colored fabric
of my life.
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