Lines

The lines on my face tell a tale or two

Of what this body and soul has been through

Tales of passion, struggle and commitment

They tell of sad times many would lament.

They speak of happy days, to remember always

With joy and laughter putting this mind in a daze

They're the embodiment of a life lived with no limit

Each one represents a strong, independent spirit !

They show this soul has not been along for the ride

When I see them in reflection, it's with glorious pride.