I Cherish My Wrinkles Poem by Dennis Go
I Cherish My Wrinkles
I cherish my
Wrinkles
Now that I'm
Old and
Weary,
Full of sleep,
Ripened of age.
Barren, I'll
Fly and grasp
The light;
Letting go
The feathers
That imitate
Wings.
It was a moving poem, i like the personality you colored in this poem! ! _Soul
i like this poem. One must really accept the reality of life that no one is spared of aging. Nice piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Every one has to be old. so old is always gold. Old has a profound experience. A best one.