People build faces like
we used to build cities
with sky scrapers reaching
towards our youth.
Remodeling, reconstructing,
and all in attempts to hold on to
a time in our lives where we were
the most confused.
I once told my Granddaddy
I never want to grow old.
And he smiled and said
That’s fine, but you’ll be
missing out.
He said that age is like
a mistress. She’ll push you
around and give you a
head ache, but the sex is
damn good.
He stopped and touched
his face, as if each line was
a memory or an old friend.
This man wears his wrinkles
with pride and it makes me
wonder why age seems so scary
to other people.
Wrinkles are just like old
medals indicating that
you’ve done something
right with your life. But the lady
on the screen must want her medals
secret, cause she has enough Botox
in her to hold a whole damn
city on her brow.
