The Wrinkle Poem

I looked in the mirror and what did I see?

Big old wrinkles looking at me,

under my eyes straight down to my neck;

I gasped in surprise and said,

"What the heck!?"

I've used every product under the sun;

I've cremed and exfoliated

and prayed to the One;

I've moisturized until

I was slick to the touch;

Come on now...

This is too much!

What's a girl to do

when she reaches 5-0?

Run for the hills,

fall face down in the snow?

I'd try plastic surgery,

but those gals look so fake;

No wrinkles at all is a bit obvious;

Don't you think?

Skin stretched so tight

it looks painful to me;

Don't smile too hard,

or you might break free;

I guess I'll just be happy

with myself as I am;

I mean, who am I trying to fool?

I've lived and loved

I've loved and lost

I've laughed and cried

and paid the cost;

Each wrinkle is one

that I earned on my own;

Badges of honor

in this body I call home.

So let my smile light the way;

Let my love brighten each day;

What you see is what you get,

and this girl is not done yet.

I'm sure more wrinkles will gradually appear,

but that's okay with me...it means I made it another year.