Wrinkles Poem by sydney conteh

Wrinkles

Someday i am going to be a wrinkled old monster
My eyes will fade
A fog will eclipse it
Limiting my vision to white

Heart will run low
Blood will become thick
Breathing will become hard

Still i will smile
A life filled with love and laughter
Will be worth a wrinked body

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