Most people may not believe when I say

That I want to grow old with hair of silvery gray.

Wrinkles may not make me look fair

But that’s something I really don’t care.

I see wrinkles as proof of the life I’ve lived and the struggles I’ve overcome

Proof I did my best, I didn’t give up, didn’t succumb.

My wrinkly skin would serve as maps of my adventures

And perhaps, as well as my misadventures.

Oh to be old with hair of silvery gray,

To reach that age, is what I pray.

©Maria Michaela

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