As I approach an older age, I will wear lace, lace, lace.
No, not just the weathered and beige, all kinds and colors and styles; even the funny ones that bring on big smiles!
I will wear it as much and as often as I can,
some made by machine and some made by hand.
While making my outer shell look gentle and refined,
it is covering the flaws of old age and time.
