Face: A Poem

The lines on my face tell a story,

Some of pain and others glory,

Of how I've learned and matured,

Of what I've loved and endured.

So, do not ask me to smooth them out,

Hide away or shoulder your doubt,

Though you may turn away in disdain,

Remember someday you will face the same,

For now, you may revel in youthful blooms,

Enjoy your freshness as winter looms,

And though my visage may be weathered,

My heart and soul will stay untethered,

By remembering the liveliness of my youth,

And letting my face reflect wisdom, years, and truth.