Whispers of laughter, etched in each groove,
Echoes of moments, where passions did move.
Sunrise to sunset, a record of years,
Etching the joy, the heartache, the tears.
Curved like a river, winding through years,
Carving a canyon of joy mixed with fears.
Inscribed by the sun, the wind, and the rain,
A testament to both pleasure and pain.
Silent historian of life’s ebb and flow,
A roadmap of memories, a treasure to know.
Unseen by the eyes of those passing by,
Yet speaking the language of days that flew by.
The crease on my forehead, you tell a tale,
Of a life fully lived, where hopes set sail.
A symphony of moments, eternally bound,
In the lines and the shadows that I have found.
So let them remain, these marks of the past,
For they hold the stories that forever will last.
Furrowed through lines, a canvas of time,
A masterpiece crafted, in rhythm and rhyme.
This poem was published in the 12th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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