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.
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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Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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.
Lulu Storefront: http://www.lulu.com/dsmartin
Plays: http://sites.google.com/site/playsbydennissmartin/
Amazon Author's Page: http://www.amazon.com/Dennis-S-Martin/e/B004SXY4LG/ref=sr_tc_2_0?qid=1394055582&sr=1-2-ent
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