Look at you. You are amazing.
There must be a thousand
stories buried deep
Behind that face. Every
wrinkle proudly earned,
Every crease a battle-scar.
It wouldn’t launch a single
ship,
But tells a tale of odyssey.
Furrowed deep by sun and
smoke,
Brow and cheeks reflecting
but a memory
Of taut and toned.
The mirror can be so unkind.
Burying the past behind a
mask so heavy
That it’s only seen in
pictures taken somewhere
Far away.
Long ago.
Hard to picture in my mind
You running, skipping,
hurdling,
Making sweet love in your
prime,
Bent to set the world on
fire.
Beg me listen to your story.
Let me nestle at your feet.
Teach me. Guide me to your
wisdom.
I have so much yet to learn.
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