Different Kind Of Book

What one's face says about you

Whiskey nose, baggy eyes
Furrowed brow and ruddy cheeks
Wistful look on wasted face
Oh, the many years this face bespeaks

Lines laid down by life’s stern pen
A story writ by time and then:
revised and rewritten o’er and o’er again
‘Pon living parchment of brow and cheeks

A living tome of life and time
From mother’s milk to summer wine
In living lines…Aye, a book
…is this face of mine…

Author's Note

My face no longer looks so good, but it's a lot more expressive! That's my message.

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

I totally agree. Every white hair on my head has its own story and its own meaning. I enjoy every one and who cares what they look like to people who weren't even there at the time?

[David Lewis Paget]

It's a long time since I looked in the mirror and recognised who it was. This old guy keeps following me around and peering back at me from the mirror. No idea who it is, but I won't give him the satisfaction of a greeting. I just grump at him, and he walks away...

[Beccy]

Funny thing, my dad and I were having a conversation on these lines just a couple of weeks ago. One of his favourite claims is that since he started drawing his pension, he never bothers looking in the mirror any more; and my usual reply is to tell him he's as handsome as ever.

I think the last verse of this poem sums it all up perfectly.

Beccy.

[Marie]

And a very interesting piece it is to read, I'm sure.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like that....as we get older, we may not look as spry with perfect features. We become weathered and a bit withered, but our face is a book that has had many stories read from it...and the pages to get a bit crumply---and dog eared....but we are expressive volumes.