My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,
to be buried with me.
Today, I look into the mirror,
proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.
As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,
I smile, celebrating my journey of life.
dVerse qaurdrille #155 : celebrate
The life’s mirror reflects
a face matured with the grace
glowing to the mellow radiance of sunset.
Chapped lips smile, braving the many
harsh winters of life with courage.
Each wrinkle unfolds a story of grit and valor,
walking on the arduous thorny cobbled trails.
The eyes reflect benign complacency
watching the seeds then sown
sprout into lush verdants.
Towering boughs spread out
as deep roots embedded with values hold them strong.
The road I chose
didn’t bestow me much material prosperity,
my soul amassed a wealth beyond measure
my sanguine heart brims with contentment,
I lived each moment, as a celebration of life!
Sadje’s What do you see #52