Crows Feet Steam From The Corner Of Your Eyes,
Each Crease A Permanent Remnant Of A Smile,
Laugh Lines Inch Across Your Cheeks,
A Memory Of Every Relivable Moment,
Folded Fingers,
Grasping Dreams That We're Accomplished,
Or Maybe Even Ones That Have Died,
Wrinkled Fingers Entwined,
Eternally With The Love Everyone Has Given,
Worn And Warm Palms,
Press Against Eachother,
Keeping All Of Your Promises Safe,
In Mortal Hands,
Don't Be Ashamed Of The Creases Which Lace,
Your Soft Skin,
Each One A Trail Of Wisdom,
Which You Trecked Over Years,
Gaining Knowledge With Every Step,
The World's Secrets,
Enclosed Under A Cloud Of Vanilla Fragrance,
Yet We All Have So Much To Learn--Still