I hope to have a face
Full of leathery wrinkles
Long white air all wispy
When I’m old
When I’m and elder
When I’ve lived
Like a thousand stories
And been born
All over again
Into wisdom and discernment
That defines and changes within
I want to have those laugh lines
When I’m seasoned
In my age
To be a woman of beauty
Because what I have loved
Is worth something