Lines of Time

Time has always marked us with lines
When born, we call them fingerprints and dimples
After a few decades, we call them wrinkles

You see the lines that time added around my eyes
The ones I see more when I look into the mirror
Are the ones that time added to my spirit

Still a child, I believed in my supernatural abilities
Youthful but naïve, I fought the scars of my wounds
Now, I accept them with camaraderie

Admiring them for all the tests they stood
Understanding them for all the ones they didn’t
And still hoping that zest will persevere beyond their wisdom

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