Wrinkles In Time

Wrinkles In Time

I sit and stare at my hands, at the wrinkles

and
wonder what time has done to me?

My face is tired, my eyes weak, what has
time done to me?

I have no energy, it is suppressed for times that I need
it most.

Energy to be harvested like a garden, stored for winter
use.

I am not happy inside, but on the outside I appear to
shine.

For those who see me from a distance, I look vibrant, young and
free.

To those who know me, I am scarred, worn out and tired.

I am
but a survivor in time, no more, no less.

Pamela K. Embury