Badges of honor
I wear with pride
it proves I’ve laughed
it’s shown I cried
the worry it chiseled
throughout history
shows a life lived
and is survival
natural am I
no dollars injected
I earned these wrinkles
I wouldn’t reject them
I was born with them
and I’ll exit the same
they were with me all along
just hidden by youth
my wrinkles hold my story
the whole damn truth.
Apt and beautiful ❤
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Thank you very much for your kind words. 🙂
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Love this! Reminded me of my dad telling us how proud he is of his gray hair. And that it’s all part of his journey ☺️ nicely captured!
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Thank you, so much for sharing a memory of yours. Very touching. 🙂
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So touching and the perfect way to look at the years that pass❤️
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Thank you. 🙂
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Great poem. We live in a society that feels shame in wrinkles, rather than celebrating the true self.
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Couldn’t agree more. Embrace it! 🙂
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