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

Do we see Him?

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An old man, thin and frail
Smile that extends to his deep set eyes
Veins that have stood with him through the decades
Lines that have shaped with his life

Not a glamorous job, not a different vibe
Not different goals, the same old strive
Money for the food, roof for the family
Survive the system, manage bare dignity

But he was once young, he was once handsome
He once had eyes filled with dreams
He dreamed of love, he dreamed of standing up
He too dreamed of purpose and meaning

Is it fair that only some have the chance
to pursue their dreams beyond youth?
Should privilege define our lives so?
Because that is our ugly truth