The History of Me
Friday, December 29, 2006-12:25AM EST
Lines on my face lead to success,
As roads on a map they point to every failure,
Mark disappointment in bold red then lead to my final resting spot
They lead somewhere, someplace
Twisting and winding, crossing one another
But never do they stand still
Recording every move, marking the history of me
Always in motion, backwards or to the side
Always moving, progressing, steadily
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Great poem and imagery!
i love this! the picture is very moving, so much feeling in it. the poem is very good as well.
kïrstin♫
Very well done indeed.
I try to see my gray hairs as something positive, but have trouble as seeing them as anything but flaws!