Damn Wrinkles

Damn wrinkles!

You sneak up on me,

In the dead of night

When I’m not looking.

You give me such a fright

when in the mirror I peak.

You stare back at me!

I scrub and I cream

But still you sneak!

Upon my face,

Upon my neck!

I am losing

The battle of the creases.

Oh, what the heck!

I still don’t look my age

So I have been told,

By kind people that I meet,

Advice I choose to take as sage.

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