“I am my wrinkled happy skin, A signature I’ve learnt to win. A memory I bring to blue, My depth from what I have been through. From tenderness I’ve gained sweet brush Besides the strings from grieving’s touch. They are the wisdom’s merry page, The richest velvet of my age.” WisdomAgeDepthMemoryHappyGrievingTendernessSkinSignatureWrinkled Book:There are no goodbyes for us: Poems Source: There are no goodbyes for us: Poems