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
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2019
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