I'm an old wrinkly
But I don't mind
My teeth sit before me
Snuggled in wine
I might have a wobbly when crossing the road
And can't read a thing
Without glasses of old
But I still like to laugh
And joke and tell stories
Of friends and of family so precious indeed
The warmth and the love that I have known
The memories so perfect
A little like gold
So I don't mind the wrinkles
Each one tells a story
Of life led to the full
With the people that love me
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