Lurking like thieves
Ready to ambush the best of every occasion
Stealing youth
Their very name carries ill repute
The world determined to straighten them out………. (What ever that means)
They enter unwelcome
Objectively etching themselves upon us
Making us who we are
Telling us where we’ve been
They ‘ruin’ our clothes
Out Earth
Our growth
Perfectionism
(The impossible notion)
The Deceiver
The vehicle that carries unhappiness, despair, defeat.
Wrinkles are the scapegoat for perfectionism
Perfectionism cries like Chicken Little
And the boy who cried wolf
An exaggerated enemy
A propagated slander of all that is natural
Wrinkles act as diaries of our youth
As evidence of living
A voice of truth
Lets welcome them as honoured guests
For to fight them is to be defeated
Little Wren 