A little prophet's wrinkles

The wrinkles
between my eyes
are there from frowning

not amused at what I saw

The wrinkles 
on my forehead
are from marvelling

astounded at that what I saw

The wrinkles
at the corners of my mouth
are from laughing

scornfully at this society that I saw

The wrinkles 
at the corners of my eyes
are from smiling

at you my friends and one true love I saw

The wrinkles
that are all mine
are the finest of lines

between my tears and all the wrong that I saw