Life's Story

Read every line etched on my face That tells of the time along with the place Where a story this old Will not go untold Look in my eyes that have been clearer most days And the secrets they hold that they won't give away The ones collected in my youth If you must know the truth And the hands that I have with the ache and the hurt Arthritic most times in their twists and their turns But still able to wave to the dead Friends that have left With the buckling of knees and the thinning of hair As my hearing in and out leaves for somewhere other than here And these brittle bones that are cold With the shivers of old The mirror on the wall no longer reflects my memory Holds nothing I want nor do I care to see Just look at this body to read Life's story