I stumbled in front of a glass door,
the reflection disclosed,
how pretty you looked at your young age,
without any visible folds on the face,
I stumbled back in that age,
where I laughed, I winked, I smiled without a drift, I made faces and I lived,
I cared for I loved and I worried about future,
I entertained my kids,
I expressed my soul in all possible ways, as I lived, I loved, one, we call life,
in return, I got some stamps as wrinkles on my face, of moments I cherished,
I lived and I loved,
and now, all the memories brought twinkles in my eyes!
Every wrinkled face is a proof that he or she has lived every emotion of life!