Aging

Ever since I lost weight, my face and the rest of me went out of sync. The skin on my face hangs loose, lines crisscross each other in a fine mosaic. My face looks like a sheet of paper crumpled in anger and straightened hastily. I look every bit 44 I'll be in three months. But only down to my chin. South of there are some new muscles, new tone and shape. I haven't felt this good and this fit in a very long time. Now, if I could only iron the face, blacken the greys and grow some more hair... But then, maybe that's the price of wisdom that comes with age?