Does For Me

See the wrinkles
Appearing on my face
Falling apart.
Day by creviced day.
And white hairs
Lead me to
mirror glances, for why?
To prove I'm mortal.
So much for
my twenty-something claims
So much for me.

And these wrinkles
Dissecting my face?
You win, Time.
Day by blessed day
And good days
Lead me to
Mirror glances, for why?
To prove I'm living.
So much for
My eighty-something claims
Living does for me.