Welcome to Cozy Poetry Corner by Debra A Winter (Richter)

“Wrinkles, Wisdom, and a Walk Down Memory Lane”

Looking back at the old pictures once taken with me,

Boy how I’ve changed — I surely can see.

From a medium body size and a long hairstyle,

And yes, I even had a beautiful smile.

Now, I’ve got many wrinkles — not just one.

These pictures don’t have them, but there’s a ton!

I tried to fight them off with make-up; it was no use.

I’m thirsty — I need a glass of my favorite, prune juice.

Time just keeps moving; of course, it can’t be stopped.

This one, I’m playing on the playground; now I need a cane to help me shop.

Back then I had so much energy, running like the wind,

Dancing, twisting, even doing my favorite ice-skating spin.

Not anymore. It’s like everything else; I move slow.

No more gulping soda — I sip coffee now, a loving cup of Joe.

I keep finding more wrinkles everywhere, even in my underwear.

Trying to cover them all, takes some coordination and flare.

I’m getting older every day and day out…

The Lord made me — I can’t complain, cry, or pout.

Mother Nature is showing me how to use my new beauty.

I’m glad Grandpa says, “Grandma, you’re still my lovable cutie.”

I should be happy that my legs are working each day;

Aching though — a part of life, I tell myself as I walk every day.

My grandkids look at me as I talk and give them a smile.

Asking me, “Grandma, where’s your teeth? Got them out for cleaning, a while?”

Oh, I’ve got to put these pictures away–

It kind of depresses me, seeing me today.

Old and wrinkled, no real teeth, per-se…

Sometimes I wish I was still that young woman again,

Who could run and play, like she did many years, when…

She could roller skate, ice skate, and feel like a pro,

Enjoying a good snowball fight with friends and ones she didn’t know.

Reminiscing over these old pictures really makes me think–

Realizing that getting old sure does stink!

Enough looking at old pictures. Rehashing memories with idle talk.

I’m going to put these pictures away and go for my daily walk.

Walking is better; needing exercise means, I’m surely becoming older.

It sure was different when I was a young go-getter-type of soldier.

I’ll live with my well-earned wrinkles, my plastic teeth — why not, they are already mine.

It sure is better than being someone who paid millions, who is no longer, one of God’s design.