wrinkles poem

i used to wonder 
what kind of wrinkles 
i would have

and as it turns out

they are appearing between my eyebrows
from years of furrowed brow reading

and drawing down from the corners of my mouth
from years of frowning gritting teeth

i always thought that wrinkles say
something
about the life you have lived

so i always hoped mine
would crease my face from smiles
that i would have more
like my father's crows feet
that get more prominent every year

but
i guess i will take the proof
that i have been
troubled
by this world

that i have studied
considered deeply
and refused
to just
smile
and avert my eyes