We Love Wrinkles

I say this so often to people but getting old is a gift denied to some. Take a read of this short poem by Gilly Berridge.

I should be used to wrinkles

My fingers have wrinkles

How else would I bend them

Along with my toes

Never cry about wrinkles

We were born with them

The folds as a baby and the

Top of the legs; chubby

And wrinkled and loved by all

Let’s love our new wrinkles

Embrace the journey of life

That added them

We love wrinkles