Wrinkles

Days passed, slowly years and decades

I looked at her twenty years back and now

Of course, she was white and low

But we all have seeds to sow...

I observed her with a keen interest

Hands rough, and the face very pale

I noticed, she was a bit of a tattle tale

Telling me all of her sweet and innocent tales

She never failed to leave her chores incomplete

Running around, oh what a beauty

She worked so hard, cleaning the house, how hefty!

She was ninety from the outside, inside thirty!