One of our daughters had a traumatic occurrence recently. Looking in the mirror one morning she saw a wrinkle in her face that had not been there before at least she hadn’t seen it. And she couldn’t find a way to smooth it out.

Knowing how bright and well informed young people are today, I am reluctant to offer counsel on many subjects, but I may be an authority on wrinkles. For a while I called mine smile lines or certifications of deep thinking and mature character. But at this point I am having a hard time selling that package even to myself. They are declarations of the cumulative winters on my head. They also proclaim a skeletal structure which is shrinking and a skin covering that refuses to join in, leaving it with no alternative but to wrinkle and sag.

I might be tempted to have a face lift, but then I would need a neck lift, some leg lifts and maybe even toe skin shrinkage to make the whole package match. Otherwise I would be a youthful face stuck on an ancient carcass.

Probably I’ll just join the distinguished fraternity of Yoda, Abraham Lincoln and King Tut. Lincoln once apologized to his audience that “… I am on this side of my face and you are on that side.”

I should also follow the counsel of my sister Jeanie who has progressed from a beautiful bride to a beautiful grandmother. She says, “I worked hard to get these wrinkles. Why would I want to cover then up?

I have found one secret place to hide my sagging jowls and slack jaw. I pin then to my cheek bones with a smile. This also improves my health and outlook. As old King Solomon counseled, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22)

I fancy people saying as I walk by, “Wasn’t that a merry spirited young looking man.”
“Yes, and did you notice how wet his bones were.”

One of our daughters had a traumatic occurrence recently. Looking in the mirror one morning she saw a wrinkle in her face that had not been there before at least she hadn’t seen it. And she couldn’t find a way to smooth it out.

Knowing how bright and well informed young people are today, I am reluctant to offer counsel on many subjects, but I may be an authority on wrinkles. For a while I called mine smile lines or certifications of deep thinking and mature character. But at this point I am having a hard time selling that package even to myself. They are declarations of the cumulative winters on my head. They also proclaim a skeletal structure which is shrinking and a skin covering that refuses to join in, leaving it with no alternative but to wrinkle and sag.

I might be tempted to have a face lift, but then I would need a neck lift, some leg lifts and maybe even toe skin shrinkage to make the whole package match. Otherwise I would be a youthful face stuck on an ancient carcass.

Probably I’ll just join the distinguished fraternity of Yoda, Abraham Lincoln and King Tut. Lincoln once apologized to his audience that “… I am on this side of my face and you are on that side.”

I should also follow the counsel of my sister Jeanie who has progressed from a beautiful bride to a beautiful grandmother. She says, “I worked hard to get these wrinkles. Why would I want to cover then up?

I have found one secret place to hide my sagging jowls and slack jaw. I pin then to my cheek bones with a smile. This also improves my health and outlook. As old King Solomon counseled, “A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.” (Proverbs 17:22)

I fancy people saying as I walk by, “Wasn’t that a merry spirited young looking man.”
“Yes, and did you notice how wet his bones were.”

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