Scars
Each scar had a story to be told
For each time when he had been bold
For time healed the open wounds made
And scars were left as a memento of the escapade
So mementos of being brave
Hold this bravery up and save
Them for your story to be told
To you now when our stories aren’t old.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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