Veins
Below the surface of my skin
A roadmap lies; it’s always been
A part of me that lives inside
But nowadays, it’s magnified.
Those thin blue lines, once hidden, now
Are visible and thus allow
Whoever sees those veins to gauge
The proof of my advancing age.
Of course, the rest of me, as well,
Gives other ways that they could tell;
Yet, as that roadmap’s path proceeds,
It makes me think of where it leads.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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