I walk in and see your face
I see your eyes and ears,
Your mouth and nose
Most people would see a crotchety old man
But I stare you straight in the face,
And see what no one else seems to see
You have lived eighty-six years
What do you have to show?
Each line,
Each mark,
Each wrinkle,
Time has delicately placed upon your face,
Tell a story
A story that I would love to hear,
A story that I may share one day too
Now tell me,
What is your story?
A free verse poem by Erika Gibson