Etchings
Years arrive and leave,
Winters roll and weave
Lines around your eyes
Making you look wise.
Wise enough to know
Every wind to blow
Leaves its time and trace
Furrowed in your face.
Lines of love and grief,
Hate and disbelief,
Rage, and loyalty,
On your face to see.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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