Embrace the Line
Whether it by my wrinkles,
Or my silver white hair,
An autobiography, with too many obstacles;
A lifetime lost and languished, a life so unfair.
An image bent and weighted with age;
Eyes now dimming and challenged with time.
Maturity writes a brand new challenge, each page;
And as we grow older, each task, becomes more of a climb.
Yet, I would not change my looks, for those of another;
My face is the cover of the most magnificent book.
My infirmities, like those of no other;
Every part of my existence, every part of my look.
I embrace the line of an ageless defiance;
Like the Redwood to the wind, in a forest of silence.
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