Of character a face can tell

The camera shot me as I am

And not as I had been –

Was like the grass in time of drought

Before rain turned it green.

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The bird appeared to be my friend

Before he fell on me

The ocean was azure blue

Then dirt floated to the sea.

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As I recounted photos, past,

I watched my face despair

As supple texture fell away,

Another face was there.

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I was told that age wearies you

And that the years condemn –

Like the garden’s face this winter –

Wilting from the stem.

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The weeds protrude the courtyard –

Then cut down to size –

Yet they’ll grow back another day

And warrant no surprise.

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Oh, mirror, mirror, on the wall

Can you estimate?

What is my final destiny?

Can you see it in my face?

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Your face is like the weather –

Happy when it’s fine

And sometimes like the river’s depth

That changes with the tide.

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The weather may bring thunderstorm –

A danger to your home

Like a budding flower after summer

With odorous cologne.

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Your face is like a mountain –

Atop the valley and the stream

A mountain has the wherewithal

Of having seen that scene.

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A face can be a darkened cloud

After the rain, the storm

Or it can be a strange facade

That may disguise that storm.

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Your face may be a troubadour –

Excitement was his name

It may well be off cue sometimes

Finding lust instead of fame.

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It may be like an artefact –

A manufactured work of art

Or a newly fashioned painter

A classic, from the start.

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Your face is like a shallow creek –

A trickle, or some more

And it may hide a saving grace

It stores in soul, galore.

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It hides behind the corner, shy

Proving times, diverse

And suffers in its solitude

And writes poetic verse.

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Yet it never sends a sour note

It cannot bear to shame

It always, always, tries its best

And fears its sweet refrain.

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Your face may rise above itself

Or fall below the sea

But never, never, will it groan

And swear obscenity.

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It values what it offers

And what it has to glean

So it worships splendour in this life

And deserts a squalid scene.

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Your face cares for the children

Adults, it takes to court

And when the time calls its name

It renders for the sort

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Of character a face can tell –

Yet rarely seen by you

But when it leaps to take control

It shares your life, anew.

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