A life well lived

These aren’t wrinkles around my eyes.

Each is just a lasting imprint of a once broad smile.

The one on the left at the top was my birthday.

In the middle the joy for a true friend.

At the bottom was the birth of a dear child.


On the right are times of love -all of them

And the big one is the best of love,

That brings a pain,

And a smile.

And often gets wetted by that same memory.

So, give me wrinkles by the dozen.

Let my face bear the happiness of a life well lived.