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
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