Gary Smith Poet Rhyme

My Face, My Book

Count the wrinkles, count the lines
Each one owns their place in time,
Around my mouth see my smiles
Measure them, I hope there's miles.

On my forehead see my frowns
Embedded there when times were down,
Beneath my eyes you see the bags
I'm at an age when some things sag.

When I look at my reflection
I have the vaguest recollection,
That once my skin was taut and smooth
Yet here it is, carved with grooves.

Each of those though duly earned
Through happy times or lessons learned,
So if you know how to look
Read my face... it is my book.








Entry for
The Metaphor of your Face Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John lawless
10/12/2019

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Sigrid Ermine September 29, 2020 at 6:21 PM Yes, how truly touching this is, Gary..... Indeed, with acres of fake posted each moment, it's right there in our eyes.... Truth. Thank you, darling for this worth written message. Gary Smith September 30, 2020 at 1:03 AM Thank you Sigrid. :)

M. L. Kiser December 21, 2019 at 4:05 PM Beautiful. Gary Smith December 21, 2019 at 4:18 PM Thank you M.L. :)

Joseph P. DiMino December 18, 2019 at 4:30 AM For sure, every face and life are a book. People just need to chill-out and look. Great writing. Really enjoyable read. Gary Smith December 18, 2019 at 4:54 AM Thank you Joe. :)

P.S. Awtry December 11, 2019 at 1:08 AM Gary, this is just awesome! Gary Smith December 11, 2019 at 5:26 AM Thank you P.S. :)

Na Na December 10, 2019 at 3:22 PM Nicely done. Best of luck in the contest. Thanks for sharing Gary Smith December 10, 2019 at 4:02 PM Thank you Gregory. :)