What’s left is a Wrinkle

Time doesn’t count in just seconds
It is recalled in memories
You don’t count age by just the years
Time tells a story everywhere
In the fine lines on the forehead
And the weakening of the muscles
It’s counted in disappointments
as well as goals and achievements
I remember my grandad’s stories
Of how he had raced against time
And didn’t get enough of it
Only for him to realize
That is was never his to keep
He lived through time and all that’s left
Is his wisdom and the wrinkles

YENI