The crows feet lining my eyes
Are not from smiling kindly and squinting in the sun
I say
Alas. The nights I spent watching TV .
Credit to them

The pout of my lower lips
Didn't get there while pondering
Right over wrong
I say
It just creeped with the cigarettes sqatted there
Credit to them

The thinning grey hairline
Hardly represent wisdom or wit
I say
It's all the products and the drying
My vanity to look pretty
Credit to it

The trembling wrinkled fingers
Account not for the hours I spent working
I say
It's all the drinking and drama
Lost dreams
Credit to them