Wrinkles

Your winkles
interesting and all
outweigh your years.

Drawing your face
a long taught older
than your years.

You walk the season on your back
and in your hair,
but the year is
too much to do at once,

but I bet you've had
a good time longer
than I to think this world out.

Conclusions only in the ear
of the beholder
matter no more than ever.

Your old young,
hold young old,
what we keep becomes
us eventually,

and what we give up
sometimes
gets too far away
to ever get back.

You've been
here long enough not to just do anything
for the sake of nothing,
but only for its worth,

less surprise
but so much more rewarding
over the long bridge that really is each of us.

You are lived
and you are

you are
and I should stop there
not to end under doing it.