Wrinkles, not me ?

Wrinkles, not me ?

Laughter lines on my face
At least thats what I say
Its not coz I’m getting old
Oh heavens no, No way

Its me I’m always smiling
It makes grooves in my skin
Nothing to do with the texture
Becoming shrivelled & so thin
 
No one wants to admit
They are getting Over the hill’
I’ll keep colouring my hair, 
Mask grey, yes I will

Untill I’m ninety four
Then I will not give a jot
I will disgracefully age more
Being happy with what I’ve got?