Words cannot conceal the body’s tales
Of what we’ve won and when we’ve failed.
From head to toe, we can’t pretend,
Our lives are written on our skin.

Creased foreheads show signs of unrest.
Drooping eyes say we’ve done our best.
We stretch them wide until the end.
Our lives are written on our skin.

Mouths once turned up are now turned down.
Though we smile lines reveal our frowns.
Yes, we think it’s a dirty sin.
Our lives are written on our skin

lwn

-jc

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