Wrinkles are a disguise you know
They may hide a syncopated heart
That’s not content with plodding rhythms of old age
And doesn’t recognize itself in form
It leaps to see a golden sunset
It weeps at the beauty of a rose
It skips along with skipping children
Although the body may decline
It runs to meet the ebbing tide
Doesn’t show much on the outside
Wrinkles are a safe disguise
May hide a syncopated heart inside
That’s feeling young as
Eternities sunrise
